Under the woman's command, the army of cultivators erupted with roars of righteous fury. Their collective immortal essence surged outward, swiftly marking and taking control of every shard of space, fragment of ice, and speck of dust around them.
But despite the speed of their preparations, their enemies moved even faster.
Hypersonic bullets sliced through their individual domains in an instant, leaving only a trail of yellowish light before tearing through bodies, equipment, and elemental constructs alike. By the time the strongest cultivators finally assessed the strength of their opponent's weaponry and issued orders to assume defensive positions, the hellfire raining down upon them had already claimed a tenth of their forces.
