This was no blunt shattering. Their defenses were being denied the right to exist, their foundations peeled away molecule by molecule until nothing remained to remember them.
"W-What power is this?" the sect master gasped.
He felt the bond between his spirit and the array torn apart, strand after strand. The gulf in power was so absolute that tremors of dread clawed straight into his soul.
In barely three heartbeats, the sect defense formation, strong enough to withstand a Heavenly Immortal Level Five assault, popped like a soap bubble in sunlight, silent, total, leaving not even dust to mark its passing.
The backlash hit every disciple linked to the formation at once. Blood fountained from hundreds of mouths, and the collective breath of the sect turned ragged and weak.
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