Long winds swept the western banners; myriad colors burned through the azure clouds.
Boluo looked up into a sea of scarlet. Countless spiritual lights flashed, and the Dao Resonance of Tribulation Transcendence rang endlessly like bells, thoroughly disrupting every aura here.
There was no longer any sound at the center of the fighting.
As the powers of the various Divine Abilities clashed, even sound was utterly annihilated. Only at the outermost edges did noise resound through heaven and earth.
Boluo's side had been at a disadvantage from the start, and that disadvantage only grew with time. Before, they could still muster the breath to speak a few words; now, they could only devote themselves entirely to struggling through a sea of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, searching for a way to survive.
Bai Xuanling's objective was also perfectly clear-strike straight at Boluo.
Even with Wish Power blazing like fire and Origin Power unleashed without the slightest hesitation, Boluo drained every source of energy he could rely on, yet could barely trade injuries for his life.
Countless streams of radiance swirled, but every wisp was enough to claim a life.
On this battlefield, anyone below the Tribulation Transcendence Realm was mere cannon fodder. Even those in the Mahayana Realm could only endure a few more blows.
Fang Jin came crashing down, igniting his Origin Power as he slammed straight toward the Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect's Grand Elders, who had to form up to resist the enemy even as they underwent Tribulation Transcendence, opening a sliver of escape for Boluo.
But the price was just as clear.
Fang Jin fell into the Grand Formation, where he had to face the killing assault of five Tribulation Transcendence cultivators alone.
Barring any unforeseen turn, his fate was sealed.
Boluo glanced over once, then had no strength