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Strange and chilling winds blew from all directions as boundless demon fog rolled in, suppressing the light of the Dao Fire to its limits.
In the darkness, the murmurs of a Half-Combined Devil echoed, with countless tendrils like the arms of the dead or the long hair of ghostly women, twining and climbing.
The forbidden power began to take root in their hearts, corroding and spreading.
As Hundred Tribulation Immortals, these Monarchs wouldn't have their defenses broken by just these circumstances.
Their Law of Divine Likeness was equally exceptional in combating contamination and corruption.
But the Cultivation Worlds they carried on their backs couldn't withstand such corruption, such curses.
They had to protect their Cultivation Worlds while on the move, with double the consumption.
This was undoubtedly their Achilles' heel.
The absence of Dao Fire was a huge disadvantage at this moment.
