A massive energy vortex formed above the altar.
The attacks of the Mo Dao were completely absorbed by this gigantic vortex.
Even the Mo Dao itself was pulled towards the vortex as if yanked by force due to its proximity to the altar.
It wasn't just him; all the martial artists within a hundred-meter radius of the altar were sucked into the terrifying energy vortex.
This vortex was so terrifying that no one could fully control their body.
Not even Ling Xiao.
So, under these circumstances, he could only try his best to stay calm, constantly observing the surroundings, ready to handle any sudden situation.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Perhaps just a moment, or maybe it was a shichen.
With their minds muddled and dazed, people couldn't determine the situation they had just been in.
All they knew was that they had now fallen into the underground.
Among the more than four hundred martial artists, only a little over three hundred survived.
Dozens died during the fall.
