"Cough...cough..."
A coughing sound arose, shattering the silence.
Daylight receded like the tide, revealing the true situation between heaven and earth.
Three Demon Race Dharmakaya, brimming with Qi Mechanism, their faces cold and harsh, appeared unharmed.
At the center, an old man in ragged clothes hunched over, continuously coughing.
His aura had plummeted to rock bottom, as if he had returned to the state before he was proven in the Dharmakaya, contrasting starkly with his formerly invincible posture, like two different people!
The ancestor of Qingxiao Sect spoke with a cold sneer, "Do you truly believe that our accumulations over thousands of years amount to only this much?"
"Alone, do you really think you can slay us?"
Then, he scoffed, continuing in a cold voice, "Proving interrupted, action forcibly taken, now your life's essence is dried up like an extinguished lamp, this seat sees you won't live past a few more days!"
Suddenly, the situation reversed dramatically.