As everyone stepped into the astral gate, they found themselves immediately enveloped by a swirling vortex of ethereal energy. The air crackled with mysterious power, forming a void passage - A road that linkes various teleportation formations and space portals within the endless void. The walls of the passage shimmered with hues of purple and blue, creating an otherworldly and mesmerizing sight.
Time seemed distorted within this realm, and what felt like a few months passed in what might have been mere moments. Suddenly, Liang’s eyes flashed with silver light, causing a ripple of energy to surge through the void passage. A tumor-like protrusion formed and shook the very foundation of the space they were in.
Within an instant, cracks materialized on the left and right sides of the void passage, and to everyone’s astonishment, twenty black-robed figures emerged from the gaping fissure. Their sudden appearance sent shockwaves through the group, leaving them in a state of disbelief and vulnerability. As Liang’s silver eyes gradually dimmed, the cracks in the void passage sealed shut, as if it never existed, leaving them trapped with the mysterious figures.
An air of unease descended upon the group, a collective realization that they had not anticipated this turn of events. Eyes darted nervously between the black-robed figures, searching for any clues as to their intentions or identities. However, amidst the tension, there was one person who seemed strangely unfazed by the intrusion - Mi Ling, whose expression remained unchanged.
Each of the twenty black-robed figures exuded a palpable aura of death Qi, engulfing them in an ominous shroud.
Without uttering a single word, the black-robed figures moved with calculated precision. Six of them advanced swiftly, encircling the Daoist Priest and the Monk, their movements synchronized and purposeful. The remaining fourteen figures dispersed, each targeting a different individual within the group.
What was particularly peculiar about this situation was that although the figures bore a striking resemblance to each other, they each seemed to have a specific target in mind. It was as if they possessed a natural knowledge of who they should attack.
Zhuo Li’s brows furrowed, his expression contorting with displeasure as he assessed the two menacing figures cloaked in black robes, who circled him like predators. The raw, intense energy emanating from them indicated that their cultivation was on par with his own, if not surpassing it.
In an attempt to steel himself, Zhuo Li took a deep breath, his muscles tightening as he raised his hand.
As if summoned from the darkness itself, a black and tattered spear materialized within his grasp, emanating an eerie aura that mirrored his turbulent emotions.
In stark contrast, the old man exuded an air of calm and composure, his weathered face betraying none of the trepidation that Zhuo Li experienced.
With a determined expression etched onto his features, he summoned four gleaming flying swords.
A mischievous glint sparkled in the eyes of the blonde girl, the corners of her lips curling into a playful smile. As two diminutive yet formidable war axes suddenly appeared in her petite hands. Despite their small size, they pulsed with a weighty power that belied their appearance, hinting at the untamed strength the girl possessed.
Jiang Yan fixed her gaze upon the towering figure cloaked in black. A fierce determination gleamed in her eyes as she summoned a surge of mystical energy. With a swift motion, she waved her hands, causing vibrant green flames to burst forth, swirling and dancing with ethereal beauty that both mesmerized and intimidated.
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With an intensity that could rival the scorching sun, Gu Hong’s eyes narrowed to slits, his pupils glowing like molten gold. A flickering flame seemed to dance within their depths, fueling the inferno of his rage. As his fists clenched, the air around him crackled and hummed, charged with palpable electricity that seemed to respond to the fury simmering within him.
In a dazzling display of divine power, two gauntlets, fashioned from the purest gold, formed around Gu Hong’s hands. The metal shimmered with radiant brilliance as if infused with the essence of a thousand sunsets. Etched into their polished surface were intricate patterns, reminiscent of ancient scriptures, imbued with luminosity that bespoke of hidden strength waiting to be unleashed.
As Gu Hong flexed his fingers, the gauntlets radiated a warm, golden light.
Without hesitation, Chang Jin unleashed his Bloodline Power, as the cultivation of the one he was about to fight was mostly higher than the middle stage of the Dao Integration Realm. His body expanded into towering proportions, his figure becoming a sight to behold. Bathed in a blinding golden light, he stood like a celestial giant.
Flowing strands of radiant golden hair cascaded down his broadened shoulders, the embodiment of a divine presence.
A pair of shimmering golden wings sprouted from his back, these majestic appendages a spectacle of divine beauty. Each feather pulsated with a sublime energy, radiating a transcendent glow that seemed to transcend time and space.
The situation with Bai Shuan, Li Yan, and Xue Ren wasn’t much different either; each one of them unleashed their special physique, and their appearances underwent a striking transformation.
Li Yan, with her Nether Dragonfly Physique, took on an ethereal and otherworldly presence. Delicate, dragonfly-like wings sprouted from her back, shimmering with a prismatic array of colors that seemed to defy mortal understanding. Each hue held within it the essence of deadly toxins.
Xue Ren, on the other hand, exuded a translucent and crystal-like aura. His skin transformed into a translucent sheen, refracting the minimal light present around him. The veins beneath his crystalline skin glowed and shimmered, casting hypnotic and prismatic illusions that overlapped with ghostly apparitions. He appeared as a being carved from pure crystal.
Bai Shuan’s aura expanded, growing in intensity and magnitude. His once-average figure transformed, expanding in size until he reached a towering height of three meters.
Mystical Dao runes adorned his enlarged form, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. These ancient symbols, etched intricately across his body seemed to channel the very essence of the Dao itself.
With a swift and confident movement, his hand reached towards his side, grasping the hilt of his magnificent sword.
The moment his fingers closed around the grip, a radiant golden light emanated from the blade. The hilt itself seemed to pulsate with otherworldly energy as if it were an extension of Bai Shuan’s very essence. As he drew the sword from its scabbard, the light intensified, casting a brilliant glow upon his surroundings.
With each passing moment, the blade continued to grow in size under the influence of his profound cultivation. It elongated and widened, reaching an impressive length of four meters.
Only three people remained motionless: Liang, Mi Ling, and Ji Fang. The trio only stared at their opponents silently.