The sound of "crackling" was incessant; it was the sound of the spatial barrier being impacted and deformed.
Before the defensive formation of the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart, there was already a large empty area.
When the fierce hurricane blew in, it caused the valley to crack and the soil to churn.
It was as if a giant iron plow had swept across the earth, easily cleaving the solid ground open like a block of tofu.
Those cultivators who were outside the dojo and hadn't yet had a chance to enter were now all dead in the hurricane.
When the hurricane approached, its power was unparalleled. Even with the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation fully activated, the banners within the dojo moved erratically.
The long tassels swayed wildly between the mountains, and the array flags moving underground trembled incessantly; the stationed cultivators were already struggling to keep up.
The hurricane, after its initial rampage, had not yet gone far; it merely circled lightly in the air before being lifted up by a gust of wind.
The "whooshing" sound suddenly intensified, and the interplay of air currents and hurricanes seemed to tear through space, causing noise that made even the most sensitive cultivators extremely uncomfortable.
Before the cultivators could recover, the hurricane that had been circling around them had already returned.
With the added boost from the air currents, the hurricane's ferocity intensified.
It surged in like a sharp knife, dissecting the solidified outer wall of light layer by layer.
The clanging sound echoed overhead, and as the hurricane pierced the light barrier, the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation suddenly erupted with a metallic clang.
Countless cultivators could feel the ground beneath their feet trembling violently, and the cultivators within the mountain range had already pushed their Magic Power to its limit.
Guided by the array flags, the twelve spiritual veins constantly shifted their positions in the underground world, drawing out all the spiritual energy that had accumulated in the Boundless Wilderness for many years.
Used to solidify that layer of light, after numerous repairs, the sharp blade finally came to rest above everyone's heads.
However, the light barrier that had just solidified was now much thinner.
Fortunately, the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation was indeed created by Perfected Lord Pinglu, and the hurricane had not yet pierced through the light barrier to leak in a single trace, but the resulting shock was still quite significant.
The atmosphere in the arena immediately became extremely tense. The cultivators, who had been making a ruckus just moments before, instantly stopped, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes.
What kind of ferocious beast is this?! It has caused such a huge commotion before it has even shown itself!
Some cultivators who had just entered the Boundless Wilderness were already in despair. Judging from the power of the hurricane alone, they knew that the ferocious beasts that were attacking were definitely not ordinary.
Not to mention the endless beast tide that follows the hurricane; that must be a force that only Beast King could summon.
The moment this thought arose, a commotion broke out in the crowd, and the cultivators who had just been gathered were indeed somewhat flustered.
A sense of panic was about to spread through the crowd, which was a huge blow to the formation of the cultivators.
The ringing sound continued loudly, and the leading cultivator in the dojo frowned, thinking to himself: This is bad!
However, they could not easily leave their posts at this moment, so they could only reassure everyone through telepathy. The leading cultivators were also strongly calling for Perfected Lord Pinglu to come out and save the day!
After a series of loud ringing sounds, the emotions of the group were finally calmed down through the leader's repeated telepathic communication.
Before the cultivators could even breathe a sigh of relief, a hurricane had already begun to howl overhead.
Like a swarm of locusts wreaking havoc, they hovered over the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
Endless air currents were drawn in, churning up the buried mud and sand, which carried a pungent, earthy smell through the air.
The hurricane brought with it countless silt and sand, casting a dark shadow over the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
The sounds of howling and rolling boulders filled the area outside the dojo, and not a single ray of light could be seen beneath the murky light curtain.
The hurricane was surging more and more fiercely, stirring up more and more debris, as if a colossal entity was constantly encouraging it, allowing the hurricane to keep spinning without stopping.
As the saying goes, wind is an invisible thing, yet it is also a fierce thing.
As the debris whipped up by the hurricane gathered in the sky, the cultivators realized that a huge meteorite had solidified in the air.
The meteorite began to spin rapidly as the hurricane raged, accumulating terrifying amounts of energy.
However, if a hurricane carries a meteorite and it crashes into the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation below...
The cultivators couldn't fathom what kind of immense power this was, that it could gather the power of nature for its own use with just a physical body!
Behind that hurricane, there seemed to be a pair of sharp eyes hidden, waiting for the coldness in those eyes to descend in an instant!
At this moment, all the cultivators were stunned by the hurricane, standing there as if they had lost their souls, staring blankly at the sky, probably overwhelmed by the sheer force of the attack.
"This wicked creature is utterly rampant!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly burst forth from the Pinglu Main Vein!
The cultivators were all jolted awake. This voice was truly full of confidence, and when it burst forth from below his abdomen, it carried an extremely intense anger.
Before anyone could turn around to look at the Pinglu Main Vein behind them, they felt something rapidly passing overhead.
A chill ran down my spine, and before I could look closely, I instinctively ducked to defend myself.
But the sensation came and went quickly; by the time the cultivators tried to defend themselves, the chill on their scalps had completely disappeared.
But then a piercing whistling sound rang in my ears:
call out!
As the sound faded away, all the cultivators looked up and fixed their gazes on a streak of purple light in the sky.
The thing that just flew over everyone's heads was this object, and the thing that made the whooshing sound now was also this object!
As the purple light burst forth, Xu Long, standing beneath the banner, raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: What incredible speed, what immense power!
He had just noticed something amiss and deliberately extended his will outwards, but he hadn't even had time to capture the trajectory of that wisp of purple light.
Only when that wisp of purple light bloomed was he able to catch a glimpse of it again.
At this moment, the perception was blurry, and all that could be vaguely seen was a long weapon, similar to a spear.
The weapon was infused with powerful magical Magic Power, perhaps due to the characteristics of its owner's Magic Power, making it appear as if it were emitting a purple light.
The force of the spear as it was unleashed was considerable, instantly stirring up the air currents within the training grounds, and sending it flying out of the formation in the blink of an eye.
As the purple light swiftly disappeared, all the cultivators in the arena held their breath.
When some of the leading cultivators saw the purple light bloom, they felt a slight sense of relief, realizing that the people Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary had indeed made their move.
The cultivators stationed in some of the mountains were greatly encouraged. When they saw the purple light piercing out like a feathered arrow, it was as if they had seen a respected figure.
His previous exhaustion vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of enthusiasm as he repeatedly called out, "Senior Brother!"