The demon marshal Tu Tai was extremely shocked. The "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" in his Divine Sense had suddenly disappeared.
His Divine Sense had clearly been following it, personally seeing the "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" enter that crack. When he tried to use his Divine Sense to activate it, how did it lose its trace in the next moment?
"Did it fall into the Demon Realm along the crack?"
An absurd thought arose in Tu Tai's mind. He knew it was impossible, but it just came up.
Snatching it? Even a Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator couldn't have snatched the "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" from under his nose without him knowing.
And on the other side, the Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir, their palms facing the three people and one beast who were coming fiercely, just gave a light wave.
The Sixth Sir at the same time muttered with mockery, a playful look on his face.
"Absolutely ridiculous. Do you really think that by reaching the Late-stage Nascent Soul, you can contend with a Spirit Transformation?"
The three people and one beast who had already approached felt a large hand suddenly grab them. Their usually omnipotent, heaven-piercing power had vanished from their bodies in an instant.
Although the three people and one beast had long been prepared, they still showed a look of disbelief in their eyes when they personally felt the gap between them.
How could they be people who would sit and wait for death? They had long had the thought of fighting to the death.
A circle of jade-green qi suddenly erupted from Zhu Luan's body. His poison body had fully erupted. Even if he were squeezed to death by the opponent, he would turn this space into a land of absolute death.
He believed that even if a Spirit Transformation cultivator was touched by a drop of his flesh and blood, it would make him suffer a great loss, and his combat strength would definitely be damaged. To be able to do that would be enough.
Buddhist light also shone brightly outside the monk Liaoyuan's body. An ancient "Ming" character talisman on his forehead flashed rapidly, and his body also moved slightly in that instant.
The moment the old man's figure was suppressed, more than ten dark blue spiritual stones appeared in his hand, simultaneously flashing with a dazzling light.
If Li Yan had seen this scene, he would definitely have cried out "Mie Linglong."
But the number of "Mie Linglong" in the old man's hand was too many. If so many "Mie Linglong" were to explode, how many of the cultivators from both sides below could survive?
The tail of the white-armored dragon-scorpion also simultaneously transformed into ten purple tail hooks, its demonic aura soaring to the sky. The ten purple tail hooks instantly covered the Eleventh Sir who was controlling him.
The Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir both squinted their eyes at the same time, and their figures actually retreated. They had not expected the three people and one beast to still have the strength to resist.
But their voices were extremely sinister as they shouted at the same time.
"Die!"
Their hands suddenly formed a series of magic seals, and a force several times more turbulent than before erupted. In an instant, the soaring momentum of the three people and one beast below was suppressed again.
The aura of Zhu Luan's attempted self-detonation was instantly suppressed. The "Ming" character talisman on the monk Liaoyuan also stopped rotating.
The "Mie Linglong" that the old man had released was like a snuffed-out flame, its light disappearing. The ten purple tail hooks on the white-armored dragon-scorpion's tail were also frozen in mid-air.
The disparity in strength was too great. Cruel smiles appeared in the eyes of the Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir. Apart from that white-armored dragon-scorpion, the other three could die.
Although the two of them had been a little careless just now, that was as far as it went.
Just as the cruel light appeared in their eyes and the power in their hands was about to be unleashed, a lazy voice entered their ears.
"Are all the final trump cards revealed? Then you can all die."
This sudden voice startled the Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir. They had not sensed anything unusual before. After the shock, they were scared out of their wits.
But before the two could react, they both felt an incomparable, piercing pain in their minds, as if everything in their brains had been ripped out at once.
Their bodies went limp, and their surging, incomparable power immediately vanished. With a loud cry, they both flipped over and fell straight from the clouds towards the ground.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two sounds of heavy objects landing soon came. Two deep pits, each twenty zhang deep, had appeared on the ground below. The bodies of the two were deeply embedded in the mountain rocks, and several arrows of blood shot up into the sky from the deep pits.
Even with the indestructible physical bodies of Spirit Transformation stage cultivators, after losing the protection of their power, for a time, it was unknown if they were dead or alive.
At the same time, the controlling force on Liaoyuan and the other three people and one beast disappeared. The suppressed power on the four of them, no longer under control, became violent. It looked as if it was about to explode in the next moment.
Liaoyuan and the others were greatly alarmed. The situation had clearly changed for the better, but their techniques were about to erupt. No matter how fast the mid and low-level cultivators below were, not many of them would be able to escape.
The three people and one beast were already powerless to control it again. They could only subconsciously contract their power, but they all knew in their hearts that it was all in vain.
At this moment, a gray-robed old man abruptly appeared in front of them. With just a casual flick of his sleeve, the uncontrollable, violent power on the three people and one beast was instantly suppressed back into their four bodies.
At the same time, a gentle force was added to the bodies of the three people and one beast, dissolving the backlash of the power into nothingness.
And at this time, less than five breaths had passed since the First Sir had transmitted his voice to Tu Tai for the attack.
Just now, everything had happened too quickly, especially when the Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir were knocked down to the dust, and then the violent power on the three people and one beast was suppressed.
The incident had happened even more suddenly. The gray-robed old man's move was as swift as a thunderbolt.
The First Sir, ten thousand zhang up in the sky, after witnessing this astonishing change, had already lost his composure. The immortal art controlling the two golden rings in his hands was instantly lost.
The Spirit Transformation power emanating from his body also vanished in an instant. Following that, the golden light outside the bodies of Daling and the other four also disappeared, revealing their complete figures.
The dark clouds and the pitch-black gate in the sky disappeared as if they had never been there.
No matter how terrified the First Sir was, he still knew to control the power on his body.
Otherwise, when the golden light disappeared, without anyone having to do anything, he himself would have been the first to be sucked away by that pitch-black gate, once again approaching the chaotic flow space he was most familiar with.
And the demon marshal Tu Tai was still in a daze at this moment. His pair of round eyes were fixed on one of the gray-robed old man's hands. The gray-robed old man was slowly turning his head, looking at Tu Tai with a smile.
In one of his hands, he held an object, a gray round bead about the size of two heads. It was precisely the "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" that Tu Tai had just shot out.
In the void, a withered, short old man stood alone. Opposite him was a Tu Tai like a mountain.
The gray-robed old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His white hair was neatly combed, but his expression was lazy, and his sleepy eyes seemed to be perpetually half-awake.
At this moment, he was half-tilting his head, squinting at the demon-god-like Tu Tai.
Tu Tai, on the other hand, felt a monstrous wave in his heart. For a moment, he felt as if he were the one being looked down upon. The gray-robed old man's figure instantly occupied his entire mind.
Suddenly seeing the magical treasure he had shot out inexplicably appear in the other party's hand, while he was completely unaware, thunderous roars that outsiders could not hear boomed in his mind, making him dizzy.
For a full three breaths, the entire world fell into a deathly silence, where one could hear a pin drop. Then the demon marshal Tu Tai finally let out a sharp breath, took a light step back, and then stopped.
Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Tu Tai's Divine Sense scanned the other party. Then he cried out in surprise.
"You... you... you..."
After saying "you" three times in a row, he could not say anything else.
His majestic, mountain-like body was actually trembling slightly. A Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator was actually afraid.
He actually couldn't see the other party's realm. This was a huge joke. He was the top existence in the Mortal Realm. In his fear, he pointed a finger repeatedly at the gray-robed old man.
"This is not a Realm-Breaking Pearl, but it has about fifty percent of the power of a 'Realm-Breaking Pearl.' It seems the Demon Clan has also undergone an unexpected great change.
"Otherwise, after such a long time, how could another 'Realm-Breaking Pearl' not have appeared? They wouldn't have pinned their hopes of opening the two realms on this object."
The gray-robed old man said slowly.
"He is a Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator. I can feel a trace of his realm fluctuation, but the aura on his body is faintly inconsistent with a Spirit Transformation cultivator."
At this time, the First Sir had already flown down to Tu Tai's side. He transmitted his voice to Tu Tai, his eyes flashing with incomparable venom.
Because just now he had probed the deep pits below. The two junior brothers in the pits had no aura at all, and even their Nascent Souls had no sign of life. This mysterious gray-robed old man's move was too ruthless and vicious.
The gray-robed old man just stood there quietly, bringing him endless pressure. This kind of pressure he had only felt from his master and martial uncles before.
So for a time, the First Sir did not dare to go down and personally confirm the situation of his two junior brothers. In that case, his side's "momentum" would plummet.
After a careful investigation, he clearly felt that the other party was at the same Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivation as him. How could his move be so sharp?
The gray-robed old man also seemed not to know that he was investigating, allowing his Divine Sense to sweep over him repeatedly.
A moment later, the gray-robed old man spoke faintly.
"Boy, you don't need to use voice transmission and investigate. I am at the Late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivation. Are you, afraid?
"Hehe, I think not. What you used just now was the 'Sun and Moon's Annual Rings' from the Ancient Immortal Arts. It's just that your mastery of spatial power is still too shallow, not enough.
"You have used this Ancient Immortal Art far beyond your cultivation. You should know what price you have to pay to use this art.
"I don't know what reason made you still willing to consume three hundred years of your lifespan for these six breaths. Do you have a grudge against the Desolate Moon Continent?
"Don't say you are helping the Demon Clan. Not even a ghost would believe that."
The voice was old and slow, but his words fell on everyone's ears, especially the First Sir. His body shook violently.
Although he was wary of the other party before, after weighing it, he still felt that he had a fifty percent chance of retrieving the "Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl" he had shot out without Tu Tai knowing, but it might be impossible not to be discovered by Tu Tai.
Moreover, the moment this old man appeared, he had knocked his two junior brothers down, and their life or death was unknown. The First Sir was long angered by hatred, and there was only endless killing intent in his heart.
His clan had gone through an unknown number of years to return to the Desolate Moon Continent. Generation after generation of elders had died one after another to protect that meteorite on which they depended for survival.
Until the end, his senior brothers and junior brothers had also protected the meteorite with their lives, allowing the clansmen to survive in the chaotic flow space.
In the end, only the three of them, the master and his disciples, had finally entered the Desolate Moon Continent. How could outsiders understand the bitterness and tears involved?
Just as their plan was in hand and they were about to unify the Desolate Moon Continent and embark on the path of immortality, his two junior brothers were knocked down to the mortal world by this person before him with a single move. It was likely more bad than good.
How could this not make the First Sir's killing intent soar to the sky? But with just a few words from the other party, the First Sir's mind, which had already had some cracks, was already dazed and his spirit shaken, and fear arose spontaneously.
The other party, with just a single meeting, could guess so many things. Could it be that this person had met their clan in the chaotic flow space back then and had probed their information?