At that moment, a wave of blood-tinged aura rolled down from the massive blood seal in the heavens, and upon sensing it, half of the attendees immediately felt a crushing pressure in their chests, as though dazed and disoriented. Startled by this development, the high-level cultivators no longer hesitated to consider their escape strategies—they swiftly released various defensive artifacts from their bodies, radiating luminous energies to first isolate and block the blood aura. "Why are you all still waiting? Now is the time to unleash every means at your disposal! If we attempt to flee without fighting, we will surely be easily pursued and eliminated one by one," Ming Zun exclaimed, though he remained motionless, his face now visibly pale and strained despite his efforts to maintain composure. As soon as he spoke, he stepped forward and opened his mouth, a cascade of five-colored light swirling out, revealing a pristine, jade-like scroll materializing within. Then, he swiftly pressed his palms together, quickly forming gestures and repeatedly pointing upward into the sky. With a soft "puff," the scroll unfurled gradually into an ancient painting, spewing out countless silver characters that spun around and formed a vast silver net, which then swept upward toward the celestial blood seal. As soon as the two made contact, a thunderous roar erupted, and countless streaks of silver light burst forth! Though the silver net appeared delicate, it only gently swayed and did not immediately shatter—instead, it momentarily slowed the descent of the massive blood seal. "The Silver Heavenly Scroll—this is indeed one of the supreme treasures of Xuan Tian!" Upon witnessing the scene, Silver Jang immediately gasped, his expression shifting several times before he clenched his teeth and swiftly activated a specific spell. Instantly, a resonant roar surged within him, and cascades of silver light surged outward. His body expanded dramatically, transforming into a towering silver giant with green hair flowing like a mantle and a lion's mouth and ox's eyes, reaching nearly fifty paces in height. With a sudden motion of his two arms, he manifested countless massive fist-images, which then crashed down upon the celestial blood seal with tremendous force. With every punch delivered, a thunderous roar echoed through the void, as if each strike carried the might of divine lightning. This was precisely the divine physique of their lineage. At this moment, Lady Wuling chanted softly, and as a surge of black light flashed behind her, a spectral form of a black monster with a pig's head and a ape's body suddenly materialized. The creature raised its head and let out a long, resonant roar, then opened its mouth. The sky instantly darkened, and a vast, blood-red maw—so immense that its edges were nowhere in sight—appeared above the blood seal, slowly descending and seemingly devouring the entire seal in one single bite, an utterly terrifying sight. The green-dressed woman, wounded earlier, though, with her teeth clenched tightly, matched the vigor of Lady Wuling and the others without a single compromise. Raising her hand, she summoned a spectral image of a seven-colored great axe, over a thousand zhang in length, which shimmered like a celestial blade and swiftly descended, delivering a resolute strike upon the blood seal. As for the bodhisattva masters such as the bald man and others, they too each unleashed their unique powers, launching fierce assaults upon the blood seal. Some hurled dozens of flying blades in a single breath, others raised a heavy hand, sweeping it down with a massive luminous grasp, while some manifested their divine forms and soared directly toward the heavens... Though it appeared that their attacks came at different times, in reality, all of them reached the blood seal within the span of a single breath. When Ma Liang saw this, he emitted a cold exhalation. The golden giant he had transformed into merely pointed his hand toward the blood seal's void and uttered the character "Steady." Immediately, the blood seal began to emit a low, resonant hum. The blood mist on its surface trembled suddenly, and waves of invisible shockwaves radiated outward, unexpectedly enveloping all the incoming attacks. An astonishing scene unfolded. The silver net, the fist-shaped energy forms, the thousand-zhang great axe, and the blood-filled maw—all came to a sudden halt, suspended in mid-air upon first contact with the shockwaves. The other objects merely rolled a few times within the waves before silently dissolving into dust. As for the manifestations released by the several Mahayana masters, they shattered piece by piece after being compressed into a single wave. Even Ming Zun could not help but draw in a sharp breath, quickly opening his mouth and spitting out a cluster of pure blood toward the pale, misty image before him. Then, a dozen luminous, silver glyphs surged forth from within, expanding instantly into a dozen luminous, varying-sized silver arrays upon exposure to the wind. These arrays, merely overlapping, instantly coalesced into a towering silver spire that rose further with the wind, reaching nearly eight hundred zhang in height. With a sharp "thud," the spire struck the crimson great seal, causing it to tremble slightly before being lifted off—firmly supported. Yet immediately, a surge of blood mist erupted from the surface of the great seal, pressing down and collapsing the tip of the spire, sinking it several zhang before it stabilized. As the silver spire then slightly blurred, a section of several zhang at its apex cracked open, causing the seal to sink again suddenly. Thus, it rose, then sank—repeatedly. Though the Silver Tower appeared clearly strained, the descent of the Crimson Great Seal slowed noticeably. Lady Wuling paled, glanced sharply at her companion, the Silver Jingsi, and then pressed her palms together. Her black bodhisattva form reappeared behind her, and as her shoulders shifted, it seamlessly merged into her body and vanished. Instantly, her face contorted, and black light surged across her surface, transforming her into a colossal figure several dozen zhang tall. Identical in form to the previous black bodhisattva—now a pig-bodied, ape-bodied being—her massive frame was adorned with a gray-white bone armor, and each of her thick, furry hands grasped a massive yellow-blurred sword. With a roar! The two great yellow swords in the figure's hands slashed powerfully toward the distance. "Pffft!" "Pffft!" Two arcs of yellow crescents, each over a hundred zhang long, were simultaneously drawn from the blades and shot straight toward the opposing side. On the other side, the silver giant formed by Yin Gangzi emitted a clear, resonant cry, and suddenly a layer of shimmering silver electric arcs appeared on its body. After a brilliant flash, these arcs transformed into dense, cascading streams of silver lightning. "Go!" Yin Gangzi roared, and all the lightning surged forward in a thunderous roar, crashing toward the opposing figure. At the same time, a roar of a dragon echoed through the air! A five-clawed golden dragon, several dozen feet long, burst forth from nearby, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched, charging straight toward the golden giant—clearly the elderly man holding the golden cane. With a single motion, he launched his golden cane, instantly transforming into a true dragon form and rushing forward. A phantom giant axe, veiled in dense threads of emerald silk, surged into the fray, followed by several ghostly heads the size of chariots, all emerging from the other great cultivators who had now stepped forward with renewed determination, joining the assault. "Dying!" The golden giant, transformed from Ma Liang, roared with a thunderous voice. Then, he drew in a deep breath, expanding his chest, and suddenly expelled it—countless golden runes surged forth like a tidal wave... Roar! A golden gale erupted suddenly before the giant, forming a towering golden wind shield. The yellow swordlight, the silvery lightning, and the golden true dragon all cried out in lament as they were swept away and extinguished upon entering the wind shield. As for the other colossal figures—such as the great axes, the green-haired spirits, and the ghost-headed ones—none could even reach the shield; they were blocked by an invisible force radiating from within, forced to spin helplessly in place, unable to advance an inch. All the cultivators of the higher stages now looked pale with concern. "Why have the four of you remained inactive all this time? Do you intend to breach your agreement?" Ming Zun's expression remained calm and composed, yet he turned his gaze toward a specific spot in the nearby void, his voice cold and firm. "Breaching the agreement—Master Ming, didn't you ever inform us back then that the one we were going to confront was a immortal?" As the space around them rippled, four young men in black armor materialized suddenly, their faces strikingly similar. Among them, the eldest one replied coldly. From their aura, it was clear they were the four black níl beasts that had been quietly hiding since Ma Liang transformed, now taking on human form. "In the original pact we established with our four esteemed friends, there was never any clause stating that we could retreat at the first sign of an immortal. Otherwise, why would our alliance have incurred such substantial costs back then? If you have broken the pact, wouldn't you fear the counterforce of the agreement itself—its power to diminish your cultivation significantly?" Master Ming raised his eyebrows, conveying a tone of inquiry. "Hmph. Even if our strength is greatly reduced, that would still be preferable to dying right here." The leading black-armor youth frowned, speaking sharply. "Dying? Hah! How could I allow our four friends to meet such a fate?" How about this: as long as the four of you use your full essence fire technique to launch a single, powerful attack, I shall consider the pact fulfilled and release you from this realm? Ming Zun chuckled and suddenly spoke in a whispered tone. "Is this truly so?" The leading black-armored young man was first startled, then immediately expressed doubt. "How could I deceive you on such a matter? I am willing to make a vow before my heart-mage." Ming Zun replied with unwavering composure. "Very well. Then my brothers can lend a hand to you. You need not make any vows—once you act, regardless of the outcome, we will immediately depart." After exchanging glances with the other three, the black-armored young man finally nodded his agreement. "Then, just follow my instructions at the appropriate time, and you may proceed." Ming Zun exhaled gently, his expression relaxing as well. As they were conversing, the golden giant formed by Ma Liang on the opposite side had already begun reciting incantations once more. A faint glow of blood shimmered across his brows, and then a drop of golden essence coalesced, flashing briefly before suddenly transforming into a beam of golden light that shot directly into the vast blood seal. After countless streaks of crimson light flashed and nearly pierced every inch of the void, several piercing cries rang out! The nearest silver spire, closest to the scene, was instantly torn through, riddled with wounds and trembling precariously. Following the burst of bloodlight, the other several great cultivators—led by the bald man—saw their defensive artifacts and protective spiritual radiance all vanish in a flash. Hundreds of fine, slender blood holes appeared suddenly across their bodies. The great cultivators barely had time to lower their heads and gaze upon themselves before a surge of blood-colored flames erupted from each wound, instantly transforming them into streams of emerald flame, their immortal embryos unable to cast a single spell to save themselves.