155: Chapter 155 The Tragedy of Sword Cultivators? Physical Attacks Ineffective!

"Ah—! Stay away! Stay away!"

A disciple of the Water Moon Palace, whose mental fortitude was slightly weaker, finally broke down under the pervasive mental pressure of the demonic soul.

She had no physical injuries, but her originally clear pupils were instantly filled with ink-black, her whites disappeared completely, and her entire face twisted into a bizarre arc.

"Senior Sister... your face smells so good, can I have a bite?"

She suddenly turned around and bit into the neck of her companion beside her, fresh blood splattering everywhere.

"Xiao Lan! Have you lost your mind?!"

Her companion pushed her away in horror, only to find that the usually frail Xiao Lan now possessed astonishing strength.

"Hee hee... It's here... It's singing in my head..."

Xiao Lan, while shedding bloody tears, emitted a shrill, miserable laugh:

"It says as long as I eat you, I can live... I can become an immortal..."

Similar scenes began to unfold in every corner of the great hall.

This was the most terrifying aspect of the ancient demonic soul.

It was not only immune to physical attacks but also possessed a high-intensity mental pollution aura.

As long as there was a crack in your Dao heart, as long as there was fear, greed, or resentment in your heart, its demonic sound could take advantage of the weakness and turn you into a puppet that only knew how to kill.

And the current Seven Great Sects had just experienced multiple blows, including failed treasure hunts, heavy debts, and being swindled by their own sects.

Their hearts were already filled with endless negative emotions.

For the demonic soul, this was simply the perfect hotbed.

"Spirit-Stabilizing Talismans! Stop standing there, you bastards, stick the talismans on!"

Gu He from Medicine God Valley roared, pulling a handful of yellow talismans from his bosom and sticking them onto the foreheads of surrounding disciples as if they cost nothing.

But as soon as the talismans were stuck on, they immediately spontaneously combusted into ashes.

Useless! Completely useless!

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Sect Master Li Qingyun, his hair disheveled, held a long sword, sword energy surging as he tried to slash apart the demonic energy rushing towards him.

But the sharper his sword energy was, the smaller the ripples it caused when passing through the demonic soul's body.

The demonic soul seemed to be toying with them, not in a hurry to swallow everyone in one gulp.

It was like a cat playing with a dying mouse, enjoying the pleasure of watching these powerhouses struggle in despair.

"Could it be... is Heaven going to destroy my cultivation world?"

Great Elder Zhou Tong panted heavily, several black claw marks already appearing on his body.

Although he wasn't bleeding, he felt as if his soul was being torn apart with excruciating pain, and even his vision began to blur.

He looked back with difficulty.

Those "genius disciples" they had pinned their hopes on were now all pale and tottering.

Long Aotian was kneeling on one knee, holding his head with both hands, acting so realistically as if he were enduring immense pain:

"Ah... my head hurts so much! But this power... I cannot yield!"

Gou Dan was hugging a pillar tightly, trembling all over, shouting:

"Master, save me! I don't want to die yet! I haven't left an heir for the Li family yet! Xiao Fang from the next village is still waiting for me!"

Watching these "good seedlings" suffer, Great Elder Zhou Tong's heart was bleeding.

"No! Even if we die, we must preserve the roots!"

A flash of determination crossed Great Elder Zhou Tong's eyes.

He looked at Sect Master Li Qingyun; although the two had fought their whole lives, at this moment, these two old rivals reached a certain tragic tacit understanding.

"Old Thief Li, do you still have any strength left?" Great Elder Zhou Tong gave a miserable laugh.

"Hmph, stronger than you, you stubborn ox." Sect Master Li Qingyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Good!"

Great Elder Zhou Tong took a deep breath, and the blood in his body began to burn crazily.

"All Elders, listen to my order! Burn your longevity, form the 'Seven-Star Demon-Sealing Array'!"

"We old bones will sacrifice ourselves here today! No matter what, we must carve out a bloody path for these children!"

At this moment, the tragic atmosphere reached its peak.

The remaining twenty-plus elders of the Seven Great Sects, regardless of past grievances, all stood up at this moment.

Red blood flames ignited on their bodies.

That was a symbol of burning life force.

"For the sect!"

"For the inheritance!"

Twenty-plus powerful auras converged, and they actually managed to prop up a golden light screen within the pitch-black demonic energy.

"Aotian! Gou Dan! Take the others and go!!!"

Great Elder Zhou Tong looked back and let out a roar like thunder, tears even shimmering in the corners of his eyes.

The demonic soul seemed to be provoked by the resistance of these ants.

It let out a shrill screech, its originally illusory body suddenly becoming a bit more solid.

Three giant mouths opened simultaneously, spraying three pitch-black death beams.

"Boom—!"

The golden light screen trembled violently, and several elders with slightly weaker cultivation spat out blood on the spot, collapsing to the ground.

"Hold on! You must hold on!"

Sect Master Li Qingyun was bleeding from his seven orifices, yet he still held on desperately.

But this demonic soul was simply too strong.

Even if a group of 7th-Rank Grandmasters burned their life force, it was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Crack...

The light screen began to show cracks.

The shadow of death had completely enveloped everyone's heads.

"Go! Are you waiting for us to collect your corpses if you don't leave now?!"

Great Elder Zhou Tong looked at Long Aotian and the others who were still "dazed," so anxious that tears were almost falling.

Long Aotian, at this moment, was frantically calling his main body in his mind:

[Boss! Boss, where are you? That's enough, right? These old guys are really going to risk their lives!]

[If you don't show up, we can't keep acting this out. I can't really watch them all die, right? Who will work for us to pay off the debts later?]

Just at this critical juncture.

Just as the light screen was about to shatter, and all the elders had prepared to self-destruct.

Just at the moment when all the disciples had closed their eyes waiting for death.

"Hum—"

An extremely subtle, yet unusually piercing, high-frequency vibration suddenly came from above the great hall.

Immediately after.

"Rip—!"

A crisp sound as if fabric had been torn apart.

Everyone subconsciously looked up.

They saw that the indestructible dome of the great hall, which even Great Elder Zhou Tong's full-strength blow couldn't break, was actually cut open like tofu, silently splitting into a perfect circular opening.

A dazzling, strong white light shot straight down from that opening.

It hit the demonic soul's huge head perfectly.

"Awoo—!"

The arrogant demonic soul, once illuminated by this strong light, actually let out a scream.

The black mist on its body boiled violently, and it actually began to dissolve under that light!

"Is this... sunlight?"

"No! This is..."

Sect Master Li Qingyun narrowed his eyes, and through the dazzling light, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

Above the shattered dome.

There were no gods descending.

There was only a huge, black airship full of metallic texture and cold lines, hovering in mid-air.

The belly of the airship opened, and hundreds of black dots descended from the sky like heavenly soldiers.