Facing the shroud of death, the disciples of Sunblaze Peak panicked like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
Some hopped on their flying swords wanting to escape, only to crash into the restriction barrier in mid-air. Violently knocked unconscious. Rebounding back to the ground.
As for the elite disciples at the Core Formation Realm and above, they had already given up struggling. Merely shaking their heads with self-deprecating, bitter chuckles.
Even the Swords of the Martial Ancestor and the sect-protecting divine power left behind by their own Ancestor had failed to defeat this devil.
It was heaven's decree that this would be their destiny today.
Facing this overwhelming, insurmountable gap in strength, it was hard to muster even the slightest bit of sorrow or anger.
There was only profound despair, powerlessness, and the ridiculous feeling of being played with by fate.
One by one, they snapped their own swords in half. Calmly welcoming the arrival of death.
