Inside the altar, the air felt as though it had been fiercely gripped by an invisible, massive hand, suffocatingly oppressive. It was as if the entire space had frozen, making even the act of breathing difficult. This time, two squads from the Wuyin Sect had joined forces—three Nascent Soul Stage cultivators and over a dozen Golden Core Stage disciples—their figures flickering indistinctly in the mist like eerie ghosts.
"Old bastard, do you really think the heritage of Jiuming Peak is something only your Wuyin Sect can lay hands on!" Hu Yuan’s eyes bulged with fury, the power of Yin and Yang surging ceaselessly around him like agile, roaming dragons, forming layer upon layer of invisible barriers about his body. The Tiangang Sword in his hand emitted a dragon's roar that shook the heavens, a sound that seemed to pierce the clouds and move the very earth and sky. Xiao Gang's phantom gradually solidified upon the sword hilt, looking as real as a living person. The sword qi loosely grasped in his hand was already primed for action, gleaming with a chilling edge like a fierce beast poised to pounce at any moment.
At this sight, the black-robed elder gave a hideous, chilling laugh that sounded like the strange screech of a night owl. He slammed his staff heavily onto the ground, as if trying to punch a hole straight through the earth. The black demonic core embedded in the head of the staff erupted with an evil radiance, spreading wildly in the darkness like a malevolent flame.
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