Before the scar-faced disciple had finished speaking, the Talisman Paper in his hand had already turned into three fierce streaks of azure light, striking precisely the same spot on the blood-colored wall of mist—the very place where the energy from Li Meng's self-detonation had run rampant, causing violent fluctuations.
Yuwen Bujing had just brought his Phoenix-Winged Gilt Trident crashing down when he saw a sky full of talismans bearing down like a swarm of locusts.
His heart jolted, and his pupils abruptly contracted. He hastily swept the trident's shaft across, its ten-foot-high spear radiance forming a silver barrier as he tried to block the overwhelming assault of Talisman Paper.
Yet several crisp tearing sounds rang out, and several second-tier Formation-Breaking Talismans pierced straight through his attack like sharp blades through paper.
This is bad! These lunatics from the Impermanence Sect are actually fighting this desperately! Yuwen Bujing inwardly cried in alarm.
Seeing this, the five hundred Demon Lotus Sect cultivators also attacked, trying to intercept the rain of talismans filling the sky.
But the Impermanence Sect disciples were all red-eyed now, prepared to die. Their Talisman Paper poured down in a torrential rain, and even with all their strength, the Demon Lotus Sect cultivators intercepted less than half.
At that moment, a young cultivator at the late Qi Refining stage knelt on both knees, his hands trembling as he pressed his last two supreme-grade first-tier pieces of Talisman Paper tightly against his chest.
Tears glimmered in his eyes as he murmured to himself:
"Father, Mother, your son has failed in his filial duty. Today, I must journey to the Yellow Springs with my fellow disciples. Wait for me in Impermanence Hall. Let me fulfill my filial duty in my next life..."
With that, he slowly closed his eyes and slammed