Just as the Nascent Soul Stage experts prepared to rush out, outside the safety of the divine artifact, the battle had already erupted into a massacre.
Free from the constraint of keeping themselves in a tight position, the Spirit Severing Ancestors unleashed the terrifying breadth of their power.
Ancestor Swordpoint of the Cerulean Cloud Sword Sect pointed his index and middle fingers, tracing a complex pattern in the air.
Then, a torrential river of condensed sword intent materialized from the void, washing over a vanguard of heavily mutilated Decrint Tribe amalgamations.
The air screamed sharply as the sword qi sliced through their skins and volatile cores with pinpoint precision. They didn't even get to jump at him. They exploded and dissolved into motes of light before they could even roar.
To his right, Yu Qingmei of the Verdant Sky Pavilion moved with terrifying grace. She took out an ancient string instrument and played a haunting, melancholy tune.
