"Everyone attack together, using your most powerful spells!" Li Zhirui steadied his spirit and bellowed loudly, casting the Needle Rain Spell without hesitation.
Among the countless needles raining down, thirty-six pine needles, deadly enough to take lives, were hidden. Although the loose cultivators were on guard, some of their fragile Defensive Spiritual Light could not stop the pine needles imbued with formation-breaking power.
In an instant, several cultivators died mysteriously, their bodies showing no wounds, no blood spilled, and even their facial expressions unchanged as if they were not dead but asleep.
The eerie tactics of Li Zhirui briefly deterred the loose cultivators present from rushing forward recklessly.
The attacks of the other Li family cultivators followed suit, hurling all sorts of spells at the loose cultivators.
