The radiance of Innate Yang Steel spilled across the Gobi Desert, like a rift of dawn torn through the night.
The light was warm yet impossible to look at directly, but to Weirds, it was a poison more lethal than lava.
The four eighth-tier Weirds hovered in midair. Each could clearly feel that suppression from deep within their bloodlines steadily eroding their strength.
Their eighth-tier levels remained, as did their Weird Qi and rule abilities, but it was like being strapped with sandbags weighing hundreds of pounds. Every movement was a beat slower than before, and every attempt to muster their power took greater effort.
More fatally, their thinking had been affected.
The Silver-Haired Female Weird narrowed her hawk-sharp eyes slightly, instinctively sensing something wrong.
Her thoughts felt as though someone had poured a bucket of paste into them. Judgments she could once make in an instant now took several times as long.
She wanted to warn her companions, but when the words reached her lips, she found that even forming a sentence took a beat longer than usual.
So, dodging the Healing Cross skill An Xiaoran unleashed would ordinarily have been easy for an eighth-tier Weird, but now, by the time the Fog Weird thought to dodge, it was already too late!
A rift suddenly tore open in the void.
Golden light poured from the rift, brighter and purer than even the Innate Yang Steel, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
The Healing Cross descended from the sky, wreathed in golden, sacred radiance, and slammed down toward the Fog Weird.
A mountainlike force of suppression crashed down.
The Fog Weird felt as though a mountain had landed on its body. The cross pressed firmly against its back, pinning its entire body to the ground.
It struggled frantically, the fog around it