At the end of a mountain valley.

A cluster of thick, pale-gray smoke was slowly penetrating and dissolving a ward of slithering lightning bolts formed by multiple Tool Sect elders.

A number of thunderballs were floating in midair, flickering and giving rise to heaven-shaking, earth-shattering rumbles from time to time.

Beast-like shadows could be vaguely seen within those thunderballs. They were apparently struggling and trying to break away from the thunderballs as the Death Reign closed in on them.

“We can’t hold much longer, sectmaster,” An elder with dangling, long, white eyebrows, who resembled Zhu Bin, said with a suffering expression. “It’ll take the Death Reign a quarter hour at the most to breach our last defensive ward.”

The elder was named Zhu Lian, Zhu Bin’s cousin and a late Profound realm cultivator.

Eyebrows furrowed, Qi Bailu gazed at the slowly approaching Death Reign. With a helpless sigh, he ordered, “Inform all supervising disciples to urge the equipment...