Faced with Jiang Chengxuan's sudden and thunderous assault, the three cultivators from the Netherwalk Immortal Sect, already devoid of fighting spirit, had no chance of resisting.
Beneath the endless golden sea of stars, they were like tiny drifting boats, about to capsize beneath the crashing waves.
The Netherworld Realms conjured by the three were frozen inch by inch. The vast seals descended like a plague upon the bones, relentlessly unraveling their defenses, trapping them within a deep abyss of despair.
"No! I will never fall here!"
"Once our Patriarch returns, you will die without a burial!"
In the final moment before the destructive immortal force crashed down, the trio of Netherwalk Immortal Sect let out a last roar.
Their eyes bloodshot, they poured out all their power in a desperate attempt to resist.
