Yang Lingrui's method to break the deadlock was straightforward: he would use the vast spiritual power within his body to summon black wind, relying on an absolute disparity in scale to crush through the pill's wind-stabilizing power head-on.
"Don't panic! Nobody panic! Hold the formation!"
Seeing the divine figure manifestation begin to flicker, the leading cultivator immediately shouted.
But at this moment, let alone sound, not even a trace of light could penetrate the encircling black wind. He could not see the condition of the other four at all.
"It's fine, we have Wind Stabilizing Pills. As long as we hold out, we'll be fine..."
His heart was frantic with anxiety, but he could only comfort himself like this and force himself to remain calm.
Yet very quickly, even his state of mind was pushed to the brink of collapse.
Because he watched with his own eyes as the black wind broke through the Wind Stabilizing Pill's protection layer by layer, drawing ever closer to his body.
What was worse, he could clearly feel that the medicinal power within him was nearing exhaustion. He feared he would not last much longer.
Crack!
Just then, he sensed the divine figure manifestation jointly formed by the five of them shatter.
"No... impossible... It can't be..."
His eyes went vacant, and he stood rooted to the spot as though he had lost his soul.
If someone had voluntarily withdrawn their technique, the manifestation should have slowly dissipated.
But for it to burst apart so violently meant one of the five had been killed outright!
The shattered manifestation was like the last straw that broke his spirit. Overwhelmed by extreme terror, he could no longer think at all. Only one thought remained in his mind.
"Run! I have to run!"
Like a madman, he