Over time, whenever the fighting cultivators were injured or depleted too much of their spiritual power, they would instinctively head toward Xue Fuyao.
Just like that, South Sea City, which had originally held the advantage in numbers, actually fell into a disadvantage. In the sky, its three Nascent Soul cultivators were also pinned down, unable to decide their battles anytime soon.
The Nascent Soul cultivator targeted by Shadow Three and the others was in the most miserable state. After suffering one injury after another, he had clearly begun to lose his reason.
He had never expected the swords in their hands to be so unusual. Not only did their sword qi blaze like rainbows, but the wounds they inflicted would not heal. Flowers even bloomed from those wounds, and every time those black mandalas grew a little larger, he could feel the vitality within him draining away at a frantic pace.
Pulling out those mandalas by hand brought pain that carved itself into his bones and heart. Had his cultivation not reached the Nascent Soul realm, he would probably have died beneath their swords long ago.
But he was no fool. Knowing that these three were guards of the youth below, he decided to capture the king first to catch his bandits. With their master in his hands, he refused to believe they would not obey.
Clearly, however, he had underestimated Shadow Three and the others. They gave him no chance to make his move. Instead, they inflicted even more wounds on him while he was distracted.
Soon, every South Sea City cultivator within this space apart from the Nascent Soul cultivators had been slaughtered. Even the ground was dyed red with blood.
Yet even after disposing of them all, everyone still wore grave expressions. They knew that these Foundation