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The Destruction Sword Light was bitterly cold, shining tens of kilometers, piercing into the core of the Boundary Formation.
"This is bad!"
"The East Sea still needs me, I can't die here."
Xiang Jia's heart turned cold as his Divine Sense connected to the great array, preparing to teleport.
But he planned to put up some token resistance, to show a barely passable defense before immediately escaping to the East Sea.
Then,
he discovered in despair that the teleportation ability of the Boundary Formation had been sealed.
"You can't do this to me."
"I'm a reserve Taoist disciple, I have the potential to achieve Divinity Transformation!"
He understood in an instant.
Just like how he had ruthlessly ordered his Foundation-building cultivators under Spiritual Soul Restrictions to go on suicidal charges, regardless of whether they had the potential to advance to Golden Pill or even Nascent Soul,
the high echelons of the Heavenly Palace had made a similarly cold decision.
