Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A faint Causal Golden Light Magic Network enveloped them, gradually shrinking, sweeping over every individual, and finally resting upon Blood Cloud, transforming into a robe of blood and a six-tiered crown above his head.

”Destiny?”

”Royal Court luck?!!”

Rule Axe True Monarch bellowed in rage, his eyes nearly popping out, incredulously exclaiming, ”There are still seven days away from a month, how could it come early, how is it possible that it came early?”

At that very moment, an uncontrollable fear crept up in their hearts.

It was an instinct.

Clearly telling them not to interfere with the battle of the King’s Court; otherwise, there would be calamities, and all participating Nascent Soul Monks would die, without exception.

This Causal Skill had even more terrifying bindings for the cultivators of the Northern Plains families.

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