Watching the spot where the nail-light rapidly descended, the female cultivator surnamed Yang was quite satisfied with this judgment of hers. She had finally found the movement pattern of the three illusory points of light.
The divine nail-light flashed and was about to reach the entrance of the cave dwelling.
At that very moment, an exceedingly faint glimmer was about to emerge in that area of the door.
In the female cultivator Yang's Divine Sense, the nail-light was already about to touch that point of light. A captivating smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Yet before that smile had even faded, an accident abruptly struck.
The cave dwelling's door gave a slight shake without warning at that very moment, and the nail-light happened to strike directly against the door.
The place where it landed was separated from the emerging point of light by no more than a hair's breadth. It had missed.
Everything had happened too quickly, and the change had caught them completely off guard.
From the moment the female cultivator Yang launched that final nail-light until an illusory point of light appeared and vanished, not even the time of a blink had passed.
The female cultivator Yang felt her heart suddenly clench, as though someone had gripped it in their fist. Violent palpitations surged through her, leaving her chest tight and suffocating.
Before she could cry out, heaven and earth in this place had already undergone a tremendous change.
The previously calm, brightly lit plaza erupted with wind and clouds. Amid a succession of deafening "crack crack crack" sounds, fissures appeared across the ceiling overhead.
All the moonlight stones in the ceiling vanished in an instant. Bone-piercing cold wind poured out from the cracks in gusts, and the undersea cave was plunged into utter darkness.
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