The 'Great Black Sky' Rigaluo, who was releasing smoke, was both shocked and furious. He was fully focused on studying the extreme techniques on the rotating stone pillar, making gratifying progress.

He hadn't expected that just halfway through his advancement, someone would stage such an act against him.

A total of three powerful and sharp Martial Intent forces charged at him from various directions.

They had come in unison, filled with Kill Intent.

Rigaluo instinctively opened the 'Divine Smoke Gourd' at his waist, releasing all the smoke within. Meanwhile, he used the Impermanence and Sky Covering Technique to conceal the whereabouts of himself and his subordinates.

He realized that if he didn't do it, he might end up buried here.

But what exactly did these people want?

Rigaluo soon found out the answer.

As his black fog spread over most of the seven-story stone hall, he heard two thundering booms erupt from the central area of the stone hall.

Wave after wave of astonishing Cold Power instantly swept over, freezing all the water mist in the air into shards of ice.

The immense pressure of Martial Intent instinctively made Rigaluo withdraw his own Divine Thought.

It was clear someone wanted to fish in troubled waters, taking advantage of the chaos to strike at One Sword Overturning City Ween Zhiyi!

These people were simply insane!

They had just reached the seventh floor and hadn't been able to fully observe the entirety of 'Wind Trace', the extreme technique, yet they're fighting now?

Couldn't they wait until the research was complete before deciding life and death?

Near Rigaluo, the 'Nine-tailed Demon Fox' Hu Xinmei swore 'unlucky' in rage while desperately releasing hallucinogenic smoke.

What terrible luck!

Her team's research speed on the extreme move was naturally slower, being the last to reach the seventh floor.

And now, this situation had occurred.

Hu Xinmei had no choice but to act.

She similarly sensed herself locked by multiple strong Kill Intents and had to deploy Bloodline Divine Power, releasing hallucinogenic smoke for protection.

Despite her frustration, Hu Xinmei sneered secretly.

These fools, do they think there's only one Ween Zhiyi on the seventh floor?

Besides Ween Zhiyi, there are quite a few big fishes hidden inside!

Once the smoke covers everything, and chaotic battle starts, no one knows what the outcome will be.

When Hu Xinmei thought of the mysterious expert who killed Meili and Shen Kun with a single shot, she felt a bit gleeful.

In her view, the terrifying prowess of this person is only slightly inferior to that of Ween Zhiyi.

These fools forcing them to release smoke won't know what a frightening entity they've unleashed.

Hu Xinmei's ability in smoke releasing was considerably inferior to Rigaluo, not very proficient in the art.

Yet with her help, the smoke still expanded to a radius of two hundred yards in an instant.

Within the hallucinogenic smoke, illusions reinvigorated, confusing the Five Senses Spiritual Consciousness. Ordinary Fifth-grade Cultivators would become disoriented if they stayed inside for a moment, losing their sense of direction.

However, those who could enter this Secret Realm were not ordinary Fifth Grades.

Everyone inside the building either formed defensive formations or took advantage of the chaos.

Little Xuanwu followed Zhoou Liangchen, responsible for vigilance. As the smoke rose, it instantly created layers of ten strong Ice Shields, enveloping everyone.

It simultaneously released four 'Mystic Nether Eyes' inherited from its mother, beginning to observe and scan the surroundings.

Zhoou Liangchen also stopped cultivating, temporarily giving up stabilizing his Cultivation, holding a Heavy Sword in vigilance.

"Troublesome!"

Fang Bu Yuan, standing on the turtle's back, rubbed his forehead in frustration, "Why can't these people have a bit of patience? At least wait until reaching the ninth floor to fight—"

At this time, everyone spontaneously relied on Little Xuanwu to form a defense formation.

The protective ability of the Xuanwu Beast was immensely powerful.

Now it could also leverage Ween Zhiyi's Cold Technique momentum.

Whether it was the Ice Shield released by Little Xuanwu or the erupted 'Xuanming Divine Light,' their power increased significantly, terrifyingly.

Behind Zong Sanping, the Heavenly Balance Martial Intent manifested.

With the tilting of the 'balance,' the aura of the dozen people on the Xuanwu Turtle's back rapidly increased.

He looked around with a watchful gaze, "Probably some people lack the confidence to comprehend the complete 'Wind's Residue' within a month. If they continue to resist, having one-tenth of their energy for comprehending extreme moves would be considered good. Instead of that, it might be better to settle the victory and defeat first; for them, it's not worse to fight now rather than later."

Yan Guilai slightly nodded, "Be careful!"

He sensed that the combat situation around Ween Zhiyi was extraordinarily intense.

The Temporal Void within a hundred yards of this woman first froze, then was violently disturbed, even forcibly divided.

The intensity of combat there was so extreme that the Secret Pattern Cloud Stone layer, over more than a dozen yards below the floor, couldn't withstand, and numerous cracks spread like a spider web in all directions.

The regulation of Heavenly Rules was disrupted there, capable of easily tearing apart any Fourth and Fifth Rank Martial Cultivator trying to approach, let alone the Gang Wind Sword Power emanating from within.

Yan Guilai secretly admired this.

At this moment, Ween Zhiyi was facing joint attacks from six First Grades and seven Second Grade Martial Cultivators.

Yet, she still handled it effortlessly, skillfully.

Within three yards of her surroundings, never a ripple, unaffected by the battle.

Those few accompanying Ween Zhiyi remained unscathed under her protection.

If these attackers didn't each have their backgrounds and had already been forced to use the Divine Demon Power they carried, these people would have long been swept away by Ween Zhiyi.

Unfortunately, with the nebula covering, Yan Guilai couldn't sense more detailed battle conditions,

Nor had he the leisure to attend,

He had already sensed several powerful Divine Thoughts locked onto them from afar.

In the swirling cloud mist, another forty cold stares were also lurking here.

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