Crack! A crisp sound echoed.0

It was faint, yet when it reached everyone’s ears, it struck like thunder! A fine fissure appeared on the light dome.0

All the cultivators’ eyes blazed with heat as they launched frenzied attacks upon it. The cracks multiplied, but the sealing light dome still held firm.0

Qin Sang’s gaze suddenly sharpened. He saw Venerable Ye abruptly cease his attacks. Runes rippled across the surface of his body, and his aura fluctuated chaotically. Su Nu and the others, meanwhile, began to converge toward the center.0

The seal isn’t broken yet, and Venerable Ye is already preparing to strike? That thought flashed across Qin Sang’s mind, tightening his chest. He swiftly stuffed several spirit pills into his mouth, then began forming hand seals with blinding speed.0

Around them, cultivators grew restless. Bursts of...0