All the cultivators felt a destructive power hit them in the face. The entire sky and sea turned into darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly. Even divine sense could not leave their bodies.
He tried to extend his divine sense, but it was swallowed by the endless power.
Everyone had become a small boat in this storm, unable to help themselves and drifting along with the waves.
Yunxiao had just recovered some of his strength, so he hurriedly unleashed the imperishable golden body to withstand the aftermath that came from hundreds of meters away. His eyes were filled with shock as he stared at the sky in horror.
A tiny symbol gradually formed in his eyes, and the sides of his pupils were slightly red.
The power of the moon pupil had yet to recover, and being able to use a sliver of it was already his limit.
