The ancient bell kept ringing, and the barrier was broken bit by bit.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and their bodies felt even more exhausted, and even their consciousness gradually became a little dissipated.

Finally, most of the ancient bell was embedded in the barrier, and only a few inches were left outside.

But by this time, the saints around him were on the verge of exhaustion and could not hold on.

"No, I really can't hold on." A saint master's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

"I can't hold on anymore." After being infected by him, another saint master immediately fell down.

"Young Master..." Qin Kuangge looked at Lu Aochen anxiously. Although his cultivation level was far superior to others, he was also on the verge of exhaustion with all his might, relying on his firm will to support him.

Song Yuan was also struggling to persist without wavering. Although there were only two red holy beads flashing between her eyebrows, her strength was not only not as good as Qin Kuangge, but even had no advantage compared to other holy masters. But when it comes to her firmness in her heart, she was not inferior to anyone.

However, both Qin Kuangge and Song Yuan knew very well that if others gave up one by one like this, even if they fought their lives, they would not be able to hold on.

Lu Aochen looked at the ancient bell, then looked at the holy master who had reached the limit around him, and obviously could no longer hold on. He made a handprint again, and a strange smile appeared on his equally exhausted face, so cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, the huge formation under his feet also emitted a dazzling golden light like the ancient bell, covering everyone, like a huge golden cage.

"Young Master Lu, what is this?" A saint master asked with a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an invisible suction force coming from the formation, and the only little holy energy he had left was poured out and injected into the formation without control.

He collapsed to the ground with a soft foot, and his pale face showed an extremely horror. But nothing was over. Although the last trace of holy energy had been poured out, under the powerful suction force, the blood in his body began to boil and went against the direction of the suction force.

With the "puff" sound, blood vessels exploded, and bloodshot sprayed out, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

"Ah!" The saint master screamed and forced his exercises to compete with the suction force. In extreme fear, his potential was stimulated to the extreme. The already dry sea of ​​qi actually descended like sweet rain, and a trace of holy energy was once again breeding. But immediately, this trace of holy energy was forcibly stripped away by the powerful gravity and injected into the formation.

In order to survive, he could only forcefully use his skills to stimulate his potential to the extreme, but human potential was always limited. Soon, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his whole body seemed to have been aged for decades, his potential was gradually exhausted, and his vitality was constantly exhausted.

Finally, he lay weakly on the ground, his eyes lost his last glory, and his body was as dry as a mummy.

No one would sympathize with his experience, because everyone was in desperate situation like him. In the screams, one after another, the saints exhausted all their potential, all their power of life fell to the ground in despair, gradually becoming cold.
Chapter completed!