Seeing the great formation guarding their gates broken, panic had already spread through the Taiyin Sect's inner grounds. Their former arrogance had vanished without a trace. Whether or not they had taken part in past atrocities, many wanted to flee, not daring to gamble with their lives here.
Another assault from the Saint Weapons descended, shattering ancient halls into dust.
More than half of the Taiyin Sect's senior fighting strength was destroyed in an instant. As the aftershocks swept past, many disciples were reduced to ash. The survivors watched the battle between Saint Weapons in the sky with lingering dread.
"Must you truly push us this far? Aren't you afraid the fish will die and the net will break?" The Taiyin Sect Master's expression darkened, a Saint Weapon floating above his head.
"The fish will certainly die, but the net won't break!"
"Surrender, and we can give you a quick death!"
"You have no idea how much trouble exterminating the Taiyin Saint Emperor's descendants will bring you!"
The elders of Ziwei's top powers kept speaking to unsettle the Taiyin Sect Master as they attacked.
"Even if I die, I'll take you to the grave with me!" The Taiyin Sect Master hardened his heart and drove his Saint Weapon into a fierce clash with theirs.
In an instant, a bone-piercing chill swept across heaven and earth like a raging tide, as though it would drag the entire world into an eternal ice cellar.
Although the other Saint Weapons in the sky blocked the Taiyin Saint Weapon's assault, many still could not withstand the cold. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Before that bitter chill, they were as fragile as dying candles in the wind.
An utterly terrifying sight met their eyes. All the nearby mountain ranges were covered in solid black ice, transformed