Boom—

The rumbling rolled on and on without a break, and in the surging aura that swept out from it, even several Dao-merging cultivators went pale.

The whole gloomy court was not solid at all. It was built of death-energy gathered so thick it was frightening!

One look at it, and you could feel something reaching for your soul, as if it meant to swallow you whole.

The Baohua Sect Master was only watching from far off, yet a few wisps of death-energy shaken loose as the court came down had curled around her, and she could feel the bond between her and her treasured site weakening fast.

A cultivator bound herself to a treasured site by sinking into it a Dao weapon she had cultivated with her own body. That was where the bond came from.

It might not be as close as her own flesh and bone, but it was tied to her spirit-soul, and it answered her like her own arm.

Now, though, she could feel that "arm" slowly slipping out of her control.

Could a Dao-merging cultivator without the backing of a treasured site even be called Dao-merging anymore?!

“What kind of divine ability is this?”

The Baohua Sect Master looked up, her eyes full of shock and fear. Close as she was with the Nanhong Seven, she had seen the divine abilities of Heaven Realm experts like Senior Ji and Senior Ye before. Yet next to this vast court, even those seemed to fall a little short.

Luckily the court wasn't aimed at her, and the few wisps of death-energy around her slowly faded.

The two dragon demons weren't so lucky.

Roar!

Beneath that terrifying court, their bodies, close to a thousand zhang long, looked tiny. Bodies that could snap a mountain ridge on a whim thrashed wildly, like flies with their heads cut off, slamming into the court again and again as they tried to break free.

Heaven Realm dragon demons were fearsomely strong. But every time they shattered part of the court, the scattered death-energy wound around them, and as it packed thicker…