Immediately, a thick fog rolled in, and the sect members instantly lost their way.
They couldn't find the people from the Loose Cultivator City at all, so they attacked randomly, hitting their own fellow disciples instead.
Even more terrifying was that as they lunged forward in an attempt to escape the formation's range, countless streams of fire, icy vines, stone spheres, and golden swords appeared from all directions, charging towards them with murderous intent.
If you step back, you will be upside down in the blink of an eye, with your feet on the clear sky and your head on the earth, smelling the pungent smell of the secret "medicine" at your nose, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.
"The Two Elements and Four Symbols Formation, combined with the Zhou Tian Hun Yuan Formation, the Qi Men Illusion Formation, and the Inverted Eight Trigrams Formation... Once you break the formation, you can get out."
Break the formation?
Fuck you!
Everyone in Zhongzhou knows that the Loose Cultivator City is the most skilled at studying formations. What ability do we have to break this formation?!
The disciples of the sect suddenly felt dizzy.
All the Foundation Establishment disciples were trapped in the formation. A few Golden Core disciples, like Senior Brother Sheng, managed to break through the formation by virtue of their superior cultivation, only to find that the people of the Loose Cultivator City were indeed difficult to defeat.
They were indeed not very good at Taoist magic and swordsmanship, but they were quite disgusting when it came to refining weapons, alchemy, and formations.
—In terms of defense, they have a whole bunch of random magical artifacts, even if they can only be used once, they have a large stockpile of them.
—In terms of attack, they can unleash spells that they cannot perform on their own using magical artifacts, and their power is not weak.
Senior Brother Sheng became increasingly frustrated and irritable as the fight progressed. He finally managed to severely injure a disciple from a rogue cultivator city with a single sword strike, but that person was immediately dragged back by his fellow disciples.
A group of people shouted, "We're almost out of health! Danxiu, come heal us! Give us some medicine!"
As soon as the jade bottle tipped over, countless pills gurgled into the disciple's mouth.
He immediately emitted visible spiritual energy fluctuations, and his deep, bone-revealing wounds healed rapidly. Before long, he was completely healed.
Senior Brother Sheng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fuck you! With such incredible battery life, what's the point of fighting like this?! This is cheating!
On the other hand, he himself had a limited stock of pills, so even when he was injured, he could only use them sparingly.
Gradually, the spiritual energy remaining in his dantian dwindled, and his pills were nearly exhausted. The cultivators from the Loose Cultivator City glanced at him arrogantly, then pulled out jade bottles and poured some into their mouths.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Taking the Elixir of Immortality and the Rejuvenation Pill is as easy as eating candy!
In the Immortal City, before the Mystic Mirror, countless eyes stared at it, and all the hundreds of faces wore the same expression—
No expression.
At this moment, everyone was numb, their faces blank with despair. They had suffered far too many blows today.
They took precautions in advance, used various beaded magical artifacts for defense, and despite their insufficient cultivation, they were able to trap most of their enemies with formations. Now they also have pills that can quickly heal injuries and replenish spiritual energy!
With such bizarre and endless methods, how could people not go from surprise to astonishment, from bewilderment to numbness?
This is not a human being!
This is the only way they can comfort themselves and escape the psychological shadow and sense of collapse created by a group of inhuman beings...
On the cliff of the secret realm, the battle was nearing its end. Under the shameless and unscrupulous fighting style of the loose cultivators, the sect disciples were not only seriously injured physically, but also on the verge of mental collapse.
"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore... Waaaaah..."
One of the female disciples from the Crystal Palace couldn't hold on any longer. She cried and turned away, then ran off.
Her running away was like adding the last straw to a camel's already teetering back; the taut strings in the disciples' hearts snapped.
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