To the horror of Daling and the other three, the First Sir had given up on suppressing his realm, unleashing the terrifying cultivation of a Late-stage Spirit Transformation.
The opponent was planning to use a divine ability at the Late-stage Spirit Transformation realm. They too would have to unleash their true cultivation to have any hope of resisting the opponent's blow; otherwise, it would be certain death.
Therefore, Daling and the others could only stop suppressing their cultivation and make a final stand. This time would be very short, perhaps not even half a breath, before they would be pushed out by the laws of heaven and earth.
But it was enough for Daling, Su Changyang, and the other four to launch a final, desperate strike. Even the nearby Tu Tai, Sixth Sir, and Eleventh Sir would have to bear their fatal counterattack.
The most likely outcome was that all eight of them, without exception, would simultaneously enter a chaotic flow space of an indeterminate location.
That was why Daling and the others had always held the belief that even if the opponent had a Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, they would have to pay a heavy price to deal with the four of them.
But all of this was based on the assumption that since the opponent had gone to great trouble to invade the Desolate Moon Continent, how could they be willing to perish together and let others reap the benefits?
From any perspective, cultivators did not speak of great righteousness. To sacrifice oneself for others was simply absurd.
But now, unexpectedly, the opponent had made the most impossible move, and it was clear that even Tu Tai was acting without any restraint.
Although Daling and the others had considered that there might be an unexpected turn of events, it was definitely not the current situation.
The moment the First Sir stretched out his hands, the sky above Daling and the others, which had been full of starlight, was suddenly swept by a fierce wind.
As if from nothing, thick, dark clouds instantly surged forth.
As the dark clouds roiled violently, they quickly parted to the sides, and a black gate faintly appeared in the middle.
It was only then that Daling's cry of alarm had just left his mouth.
On the other side, Tu Tai, Sixth Sir, and Eleventh Sir also stopped their attacks at the same time. They did not retreat, showing no fear of being implicated.
But the nervousness on their faces was plain to see.
The First Sir stretched out his hands, his face devoid of joy or sorrow, and a series of strange, cackling laughs came from his throat.
"Let me show you that the Late-stage Spirit Transformation is not something you can presume to fathom. Witness what a true cultivator is!"
As he spoke, he moved both his hands simultaneously, drawing a circle in front of him. In an instant, two golden rings, one large and one small, appeared in the air.
At the same time, his lips moved slightly, and the First Sir's urgent voice immediately transmitted into Tu Tai's mind.
"Only six breaths!"
In an instant, the First Sir flicked his hands, and the golden rings he had just drawn shot towards the sky.
The large golden ring was on top, the small one below.
The speed was incredibly fast. Even with the Spirit Transformation cultivation of Daling and the other four, they could only see two blurry long lines in their Divine Sense.
The moment the two golden rings reached the sky, they immediately separated. The large golden ring instantly shot into the dark clouds in the sky.
At this time, the thick, dark clouds had just split open a gap as they roiled, and a pitch-black gate covered in complex talismans was slowly being revealed. Moreover, the gate was already showing signs of opening.
The large golden ring, while shooting forward, was still rapidly expanding. When it reached the dark clouds, it happened to clasp onto the newly opened gap in front of the gate.
In an instant, the roiling dark clouds became calm, and the pitch-black gate deep within the clouds also stopped its opening motion.
The dark clouds on both sides quickly converged towards the golden ring in the center, as if intending to cover the pitch-black gate once again.
At the same time, the small golden ring above the heads of Daling and the other four suddenly shone with a brilliant golden light, like a huge sun shining down.
In an instant, it enveloped all eight of them in the sky ten thousand zhang below.
And the eight people enveloped within it, with a sweep of the First Sir's sleeve, he, along with Tu Tai, Sixth Sir, and Eleventh Sir, had already escaped the golden light.
Within three hundred zhang, only Daling, Su Changyang, Zhantian, and Yuandu were left. All of this happened in an instant. By the time Daling and the other four realized something was wrong, they had already been covered by a sheet of golden light.
Just as the First Sir's final words had just rung in their ears, Daling and the other four discovered with horror that the golden light they were in seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and they could no longer draw upon a single trace of the power of heaven and earth.
The reason Spirit Transformation stage cultivators were powerful was that they had grasped some of the laws of heaven and earth and could use the power of heaven and earth more strongly and deeply, unleashing an unbelievably terrifying power.
But now they had been cut off from the outside world. What they had lost was not only power but also their firm confidence.
In the sheet of golden light, the four of them were like being trapped in a muddy swamp, deeply mired. Even moving was extremely difficult.
"Isolating the power of heaven and earth! They really have an ancient immortal art to evade the laws of heaven and earth!"
Su Changyang moved his body and found that he had only moved less than a chi forward, his body feeling as if it were sunk in a swamp. He couldn't help but frown, and immediately his expression changed again.
The golden light falling on his body was devouring his essence blood. The other few people simultaneously felt their essence blood being uncontrollably devoured by the golden light.
The four of them were both shocked and angry. The protective spiritual light on their bodies flashed violently, but as the protective spiritual light strengthened, the essence blood in their bodies melted away at an even faster rate.
Yuandu was already only a Nascent Soul. Without the support of a physical body, blood-red threads appeared on his Nascent Soul. That was the purest essence blood in a Nascent Soul.
But the moment these blood-red threads appeared, they immediately disappeared. Yuandu couldn't help but let out a series of mournful screams.
But in order to resist the invasion of the golden light outside, he could only continuously circulate the essence blood in his Nascent Soul to replenish it. Thus, a patch of blood-red appeared on his Nascent Soul, then immediately disappeared.
Then, another patch of blood-red would quickly appear, and disappear again, over and over, accompanied by mournful screams. In just over a breath of time, the two-inch-tall Nascent Soul face of Yuandu, which had looked like a fifty-year-old man, developed deep wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, the three of them, Daling and the others, without another word, each stretched out a hand, and three different colored spiritual powers covered Yuandu. When the three spiritual powers hit Yuandu's body, his mournful screams immediately subsided a little.
But at the same time, expressions of pain appeared on the faces of Daling and the other two. They were also being continuously devoured of their essence blood by the golden light. It was just that they had powerful physical bodies to support them, so their situation was slightly better.
But they also needed to deal with it with their full strength at all times. Now that they were diverting their spiritual power to help Yuandu, the loss of their essence blood immediately intensified, like having their tendons pulled out from their flesh one by one, a pain that made their souls tremble.
"This... secret art... he... he also... can't last long. Let's... let's rush out first."
Zhantian's face turned from green to white. Outside his body, there was a two-chi-long small green sword, swimming around his body like a fish.
Wherever the small green sword passed, it cut the golden light apart, but the golden light seemed not to be afraid of the sword intent on the sword body at all.
The moment the small sword left its previous position, it would immediately surge onto his body's surface again. Thus, the two-chi green blade swam faster and faster, and in just half a breath, it had wrapped Zhantian's entire body within it.
But the other three all understood that this definitely could not last for too long. They were now unable to draw upon the power of heaven and earth; everything was being supported by the spiritual power in their bodies.
Similarly, Daling and Su Changyang also had two magical treasures outside their bodies continuously driving away the golden light.
Beside Daling was a scripture, which, when opened, cast a sheet of Buddhist light, covering him within it.
Outside Su Changyang's body were circles of jade-green water waves. As the lake water rippled out, the jade-green lake water reflected Su Changyang's entire person in a tragic green, giving off an indescribably gloomy and strange feeling.
But from the aging faces of the three of them, it was clear that they could not completely block the devouring of the golden light outside their bodies; they were just barely delaying it.
As Zhantian's voice fell, the other three all nodded. In fact, without him saying it, the other three had also seen the situation outside the golden light.
The First Sir's hands were raised high, his ten fingers pointing up. Ten golden rays of light shot straight to the top of his head, one hand connecting to a golden ring.
The First Sir's already wrinkled face was also rapidly losing the light of its years, appearing even older. This was quite similar to Yuandu.
Large beads of sweat rolled down the First Sir's forehead. Anyone could see that he was also having a hard time casting this art and was supporting it as best he could.
At this point, Daling and the others also saw another limitation of the opponent's immortal art, and couldn't help but regret not discovering it earlier. That was that this immortal art had a certain range limitation.
Daling and the others' guess was correct. The First Sir could only control the range of the golden light to about three hundred zhang at most. Beyond that range, he was powerless.
Therefore, today they had adopted close-quarters combat from the very beginning, as if they were unwilling to move far from the Devil's Cliff Crevice, ready to attack at any time.
In the midst of the fight, they had slowly led Daling and the other four into a suitable range. When the time was ripe, Tu Tai had already spoken out anxiously, not bothering to hide his motive.
In the end, the First Sir successfully cast the spell in an instant, but after this immortal art was cast, Tu Tai, Sixth Sir, and Eleventh Sir were also unable to assist in attacking Daling and the other four.
Their spiritual power did not dare to touch the golden light at all. The golden light did not distinguish between friend and foe and would wrap around them following their spiritual power.
At the same time as the golden light fell and covered the four of them, the demon marshal Tu Tai on the other side quickly shot up, without the slightest hesitation, and had already sunk his body to a distance of a thousand zhang from the ground.
This time, he was facing the back mountain of Windy Cool Mountain below. His body was filled with overwhelming demonic Qi. With a wave of his hands, a gray-colored round bead about the size of two heads appeared in his hands.
It was precisely the "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" that he had discussed with the First Sir before. At the same time, a huge curved bow had appeared in Tu Tai's hands. This bow was shrouded in black Qi, with ten black dragon-shaped air currents constantly and rapidly coiling and flying around it.
The moment the black curved bow appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a ferocious beast that had smelled blood, swarmed towards Tu Tai's hands.
For a time, the wind and clouds changed abruptly between heaven and earth. In an area of nearly a thousand li, there was actually a lack of spiritual energy.
The sudden turn of events caused the faces of the cultivators from both sides who were fighting below to change drastically, not knowing what great change had occurred in the world.
They all gave up fighting with their opponents and began to search for the source. Even all the Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked.
"Not good, he's going to break through the Devil's Cliff Crevice!"
When Daling and the other four saw Tu Tai take out something identical to the "Realm-Breaking Pearl," how could they not understand that this was the true purpose of the opponent trapping them?
Immediately, the four of them no longer cared about the pain of their essence blood being devoured. The spiritual power in their bodies surged with all its might, and a "thump-thump-thump" sound came from each of them.
The two-chi green blade outside Zhantian's body was filled with sword Qi, and for a time, it actually cut the golden light before him into pieces. He was like someone moving forward desperately in a swamp.
A huge ghost face appeared in the green waves outside Su Changyang's body, devouring the golden light with its large mouth.
But with every mouthful it swallowed, the ghost face twisted in pain. He was also struggling to break through the edge of the golden light.
As he walked, he had already shouted loudly, "All cultivators of the Malevolent Spirit Sect, return to defend the Devil's Cliff Crevice, return to defend..."
"Ten-Pace Courtyard, take over from the Malevolent Spirit Sect, use the sword formation to slaughter the enemy!"
"Jingtu Sect, intercept all enemies in the gap left by the Malevolent Spirit Sect, do not hesitate to die..."
"Tai... Tai Xuan Teachings, blo... block the enemy..."