In the high sky.
A tiny black dot emerged from mid-air, no larger than half the size of a boy.
Destructive, forbidden waves spread in all directions, wiping out ripples upon ripples. Mana and Spiritual Power became unbearably stagnant, slow as ants crawling.
Within several tens of kilometers, the traces of Foundation-building cultivators were revealed, whether they were crawling, flying low, or hidden beneath the earth's crust—all struggling to move their Mana, like birds trapped in gel.
Especially five True Disciples six kilometers away, whose auras were extraordinarily powerful!
"Magic Arts-Annihilation Instruments!"
The five young men with large ears screamed at the top of their lungs.
It was as if the Eastern Devil School had seen a ghost!
