The shattered magic seals could no longer restrain the immense energy, which surged out with a powerful impact, causing the fragmented space to tremble incessantly.
As the magic seal shattered, Xu Long began to retreat rapidly, the enormous explosive energy causing cracks to appear beneath his feet.
A sense of foreboding rose in Xu Long's heart. He swept his will across the area and found that the cultivator opposite him had actually diverted a portion of his power to deal with the Dharma Body Palm.
Meanwhile, another group of them all came towards him. Before the cultivator even got close, the flying swords they had been controlling were already attacking from above.
The sharp edge of the sword made Xu Long's hair stand on end. How could these Heavenly Immortal cultivators react so quickly?
The thought flashed through his mind, but there was no time to think. He could only flick his palm outward as he retreated, and then his will manipulated the sword light in the sky to swirl around again.
The sword light that attacked the arena bypassed several figures before instantly entering the fiercely contested area.
Sensing something amiss, the incoming flying swords emitted a series of clanging warning sounds in the air.
However, how could their speed outpace the sword light? After bypassing the pursuing cultivators, Xu Long first suppressed their True Spirit with his will.
The True Spirit was disturbed by a special energy, and all the cultivators chasing behind felt a slight sluggishness.
As a result, the flying sword above Xu Long finally slowed down for a moment.
Before he could even catch his breath, he quickly channeled his magical Magic Power into the sword light.
That nimble sword light burst forth with a chilling sharpness in an instant, as if it were about to cleave the sky.
The fragmented space seemed to be illuminated in an instant, and an exceptionally sharp sword aura burst forth at that moment.
"Imperial Edict!"
Xu Long uttered a single word to the cultivators behind him, then unleashed a fierce slash with the condensed sword light.
As the word was uttered, the sword light, which had been gathering momentum in the air, moved with the will, following a gap below and changing its trajectory.
Before the sound of "whoosh" had faded, the sword light was already above their heads.
The cultivator chasing behind felt a tremor in his heart, and when he raised his head, he saw only a chilling sharp light!
"I surrender! Senior brother, please go easy on me!"
"I give up too..."
Several voices pleading for mercy rang out in the arena, and the sharp, downward-falling light overhead suddenly paused.
As soon as the pursuing Heavenly Immortal cultivators exited, the spatial rift beneath Xu Long rapidly opened.
The expanding crack then swallowed them up, and their figures on the other side quickly became blurred.
However, Xu Long was still retreating, because although these cultivators had already admitted defeat and been eliminated, their flying swords had been poised to strike in front of Xu Long for a long time.
As the sword light forced them back into the fragmented space, several flying swords, gathering a powerful aura, still hurtled towards Xu Long.
The muffled thuds echoed in his ears as the curtain wall in front of Xu Long shattered one after another.
Those cracks, coming from both the inside and outside, gradually shattered the entire curtain wall.
The flying swords in front of the curtain wall finally lost some of their power, and after their master's figure blurred, they too fell into the spatial rift.
The burst of sword energy, however, seeped through the gaps in the curtain wall, transforming into strands of energy like fine threads that tried to entangle Xu Long.
Xu Long retreated swiftly behind the curtain wall, the wisps of sword energy in his eyes rapidly approaching.
The fine, wispy threads vanished as they flickered, but as they approached Xu Long, they resembled iron chains, intent on binding him tightly.
As Xu Long retreated, his doubts deepened. When did these Heavenly Immortal cultivators become so in sync?
Even when facing elimination, they have to scheme against themselves. Are they really that much of a threat?
Before the thought had even settled in my mind, I heard a whooshing sound in my ear.
After several Heavenly Immortal cultivators were forced out, cultivators from other positions immediately stepped in to fill their spots.
At this moment, Xu Long flashed with golden light. After carefully dodging several strands of silk that were entangled with him, several magic seals swept towards his side.
With sword energy swirling around him in front and Heavenly Immortal seals sealing him from behind, Xu Long cried out in his heart: This is bad!
At that moment, a flash of light streaked across his eyes, and as his will reached out, he manipulated the sword light to quickly return to the rescue.
Buzz!
After two sharp sword cries, the cultivator beside Xu Long was even a fraction faster than him.
When they surrounded him, they each stood in a specific position, completely blocking Xu Long's escape route.
Several flying swords swept out like long dragons wading through water, heading straight for Xu Long's back and sides.
At this moment, the sword energy wisps in front of Xu Long swiftly swept towards him. Although they were invisible, Xu Long could clearly see their trajectory.
Seeing that Xu Long's escape route was blocked, the invisible sword energy threads intertwined like iron chains, trying to completely cut Xu Long apart.
The shimmering, cold light emanating from the silk threads sent chills down one's spine. Xu Long, standing in the room, hardened his expression, a fierce aura rising between his brows.
These cultivators were truly beyond his expectations, but now that he was imprisoned, he had to make a decision as soon as possible.
At this moment, he silently began to think of the hand seals, and at the same time, his magical Magic Power was rapidly mobilized.
He stretched out one hand and rapidly formed a hand seal in front of his chest, while at the same time, his Magic Power was rapidly accumulating within the seal.
A surge of frenzied energy condensed on Xu Long's chest, drawing in the air currents from the fragmented space.
However, the air currents were shaken away when they reached the vicinity of the Dharma Seal. The air currents were like schools of fish drawn to the Dharma Seal, tirelessly converging towards it.
As Xu Long rapidly formed hand seals, the cultivators discovered that the giant hand above their heads was also moving in sync with Xu Long's fingers.
The enormous hand appeared thick and heavy, but it was remarkably agile when forming hand seals.
Xu Long's surging Magic Power not only gathered in front of his chest, but the invisible Power of Oblivion, guided by his will, also gathered below the palm of his Dharma Body.
The giant hand was still burning with flames, and fire dragons raged between the palm lines.
As the hand seals were formed, the giant hand's fingers flew, and the fire dragon between the lines condensed along with the seals.
The giant hand in the air was like an invisible god; its mere appearance was enough to intimidate all the cultivators.
The cultivators below, seeing the giant hand swirling and the fire dragon roaring, naturally felt a strange unease.
But it was too late for them to resist; Xu Long on the other side had already completed his hand seals.
A solid mudra was formed on his chest; this mudra was formless and colorless.
Its appearance within the fragmented space for a fleeting moment caused a strong energy fluctuation.
The surrounding cultivators turned around and saw that the magic seal that Xu Long had raised was already heading towards them.
The solid seal seemed to contain nothingness, but upon closer inspection, it revealed countless starlight within it.
The energy contained within was something none of the cultivators had ever seen before, and its appearance within the fragmented space now made the world pale in comparison.
This magic seal, as dazzling as a star, rose slowly in Xu Long's hand, accompanied by an unstoppable and majestic aura.