Seeing this scene, Madam Zhen's usually unyielding nature couldn't help but show a trace of despair in her eyes.
The four Tianshen-level cultivators of Haoran Academy lay around, trembling under the overwhelming spiritual pressure, seemingly unable to even stand up.
Not far from the four, Qian Rupin appeared relatively calm.
Although she had the lowest cultivation level among those present, she was wearing the magical armor granted by the Ancestral Xuanyu of the Taqing Sect. Therefore, despite suffering serious injuries, her life was not in danger.
At this moment, she struggled to retreat quietly, and while the others were not noticing, she flipped her hand to take out an exquisite communication array disc, infused it with a beam of light.
However, the array disc only flickered for an instant, then became unresponsive, as if it were a dead object.
Qian Rupin's expression froze, and a hint of anxiety appeared in her eyes.
