He imdiately summoned the other two Late-Stage Nascent Soul elders who were guarding the rear. The three of them did not hesitate in the slightest, transforming into three earth-shattering streaks of Escape Light that shot straight toward the sea area where the incident occurred.
In a certain stretch of surging outer-sea airspace, a battle was raging fiercely.
At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
Xu Ping, Hongyi, and the Nine Nether Elder were seemingly fighting with all their might against a squad of five Star Palace Nascent Soul Cultivators—two at Late Stage and three at Mid Stage.
The brilliance of colliding Divine Techniques flared, Mana shockwaves churned the sea surface, making the fight look incomparably intense.
But if a careful observer were to watch closely, they would discover that Xu Ping and the other two’s offensive, though seemingly ferocious,
always left so leeway at critical monts, as though "restrained" by their opponents’ exquisite coordination and tenacious resistance.
They even, at the instant the auras of True Monarch Yuheng and the others drew near,
exchanged glances, tacitly revealing a trace of "panic." Their offensive slackened, and they feigned retreat, as if having sensed the tide turning and wanting to break away from the fight.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
"All of you will stay here for this Monarch!"
A furious shout like thunderous wrath ca crashing down from the sky.
True Monarch Yuheng took the lead, the two Late-Stage elders following close behind, like three teors crashing heavily into the battlefield.
The boundless pressure of Nascent Soul Perfection burst forth without the slightest restraint, like invisible mountains, brutally pressing down on Xu Ping and the other two.
The five Star Palace Cultivators who had been "barely holding on" were instantly roused in spirit at the sight. They erupted with even stronger Mana, locking Xu Ping and the others down tightly and not allowing them the slightest chance to flee.
True Monarch Yuheng’s expression was stern, his eyes filled with a cat-and-mouse-like mockery and killing intent. In his view, these three audacious attackers were already turtles in an urn.
Yet just as he was about to give the order to encircle and annihilate Xu Ping and the others—
An unforeseen change erupted within a thousandth of a second.
The trace of "panic" on the faces of Xu Ping, Hongyi, and the Nine Nether Elder vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold sneer.
"Idiots."
The Nine Nether Elder’s face grew frosty.
The next instant, two extre points of pitch-black radiance suddenly flared within his originally turbid eyes.
Without any discernible movent from him, endless inky Demonic Qi erupted like a bursting underworld river, surging out with him as the center and instantly sweeping through every inch of space within ten li.
This black Qi was not rely sothing that obscured vision; it was viscous and heavy, bearing bizarre properties that devoured light and severed Divine Sense.
When True Monarch Yuheng’s vast Divine Sense probed out, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly weakened and distorted by this black Qi.
Even the Divine Sense link between him and the other elders beca intermittent!
"Sothing’s wrong!"
True Monarch Yuheng’s heart suddenly sank, an unprecedented sense of peril clamping down on his chest.
This black Qi... was absolutely not sothing a Nascent Soul Cultivator could unleash.
But after all, he was a Great Cultivator of Nascent Soul Perfection, with a firm Dao Heart—startled, but not thrown into chaos.
On their side were a full five Late-Stage Cultivators, plus himself, a Perfection-stage. With such a lineup, unless a Divinity Transformation Level power appeared, who could possibly keep them here?
However, the mont this thought arose, it was ruthlessly shattered by reality.
Buzz!
A vast, terrifying Divine Sense, as if representing the will of heaven and earth itself, descended with a roar from the deepest part of that rolling black Qi, like a slumbering Ancient Divine Mountain suddenly awakening.
The quality of this Divine Sense far surpassed the scope of Nascent Soul, like an invisible firmant that covered everyone.
"Divinity Transformation Divine Sense? How is that possible?!"
The composure on True Monarch Yuheng’s face collapsed in an instant, replaced by boundless terror and disbelief.
As a Nascent Soul Perfection Cultivator, he had a clear understanding of Divinity Transformation Level power.
This was without a doubt genuine Divinity Transformation-level Divine Sense.
Could it be... that Fifth Rank Dragon King of the True Dragon Hall had personally made a move?
Run!
He had to run imdiately!
This was the only thought in True Monarch Yuheng’s mind.
In the face of Divinity Transformation, numbers were aningless.
He frantically urged his Mana, attempting to tear apart the viscous black Qi around him, even preparing, at any cost, to let his Nascent Soul exit the body and flee.
But he discovered in despair that under the dual suppression of that Divinity Transformation Divine Sense and the strange black Qi,
his entire body felt as though bound by ten thousand jun of darksteel; even moving a single finger beca exceedingly difficult, let alone having his Nascent Soul escape.
The other Star Palace Cultivators were like insects frozen in amber.
"Self-detonate the fleshly body—fight for a sliver of life!"
In this desperate situation, a trace of ruthless madness flashed through True Monarch Yuheng’s eyes as he was about to send out an order via Divine Sense transmission.
This was the only possible thod to disrupt the opponent and give their Nascent Souls a chance to escape.
However, Xu Ping and Hongyi would never give them that opportunity.
Just as the thought ford in True Monarch Yuheng’s mind—
Xu Ping opened his mouth and spat.
Buzz! Buzz!
Two faint streaks of dark radiance that made the Divine Soul instinctively tremble seed to pierce through the limits of space and ti, arriving later in action but earlier in effect.
They precisely pierced into the center of the brows of True Monarch Yuheng and the other strongest Late-Stage Star Palace elder.
Soul-Breaking Needle!
"Argh!"
Two shrieks so shrill they bordered on twisted were abruptly cut off.
True Monarch Yuheng and that Late-Stage elder’s bodies shuddered violently, the light in their eyes instantly dimming. The Mana they had been gathering to self-detonate collapsed like punctured balloons.
The Soul-Breaking Needle targeted the Divine Soul exclusively. Under Xu Ping’s Divine Sense, which was brushing against the threshold of the Divinity Transformation Sect, how terrifying was its power?
Their Divine Souls suffered devastating damage in an instant, causing them to lose all control over their bodies and Nascent Souls, their consciousness plunging into boundless darkness.
At the sa ti, Hongyi had already brought forth that gray Stone Seal.
The Stone Seal blazed with light as wave after wave of gray spatial ripples spread out, as though placing another sturdy cage over this region already shrouded by black Qi.
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