However, things did not end so hastily.
After successfully suppressing Dharma King Xuanyuan, the emerald green mountain suddenly rose into the sky like a massive fortress suspended in mid-air. From its base, a powerful and dense magnetic light emanated, enveloping the entire world.
Everyone present, regardless of good or evil, strong or weak, felt that they had lost control of their flying swords. Most of the flying swords were captured by the emerald green mountain standing in the air like white birds flying into the forest. Only a small number of people with extraordinary cultivation managed to retrieve their flying swords!
Su Rui's sword ball also lost control, becoming one of the lost flying swords. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart: "Is this Ning Cui Peak? The Emei Sect has a profound heritage and many hidden cards. Its strength is too strong!"
After a round of harvest at Ningcui Peak, the people of Wutai Sect were suddenly in trouble. Only the two flying swords tightly held in the hands of their leader, Patriarch Hunyuan, became their last hope. Everyone else had become unarmed.
The moment Patriarch Hunyuan saw Dharma King Xuanyuan being suppressed, he knew the situation was hopeless. With the Yin-Yang Microdust Formation still in place, escape was impossible. And with all his disciples having lost their flying swords, he couldn't possibly abandon them and leave alone. In desperation, he sheathed his two flying swords and assumed the attitude of leaving it to the righteous to decide his fate.
He had fought hard, but ultimately failed. As the saying goes, success takes place, and failure follows. He could only sigh in despair. At that moment, he understood the outcome was already decided, and any further struggle was futile.
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