As soon as this thought appeared, everyone’s hearts shrank. Fallen Wing raised his hands and a black ring of light surrounded the specters. Inside the ring, everything turned black as if it was eternal ice from ancient times, capable of freezing everything.

The howls stopped by the black clouds in the skies didn’t fade away. Rather, they began to increase with time.

“You made your move too late…hahaha…to exist here forever with you is our greatest glory…”

Fallen Wing clenched his palm. The dark ring vanished in the blink of an eye. What vanished along with it were the six Immortal Sect and Demonic Path cultivators who had been transformed into specters.

Sensing the complex looks of those around him, Fallen Wing’s complexion became even uglier. What he used just now was a great supernatural art of the Dark Night Demon Region. Though it appeared somewhat easy to use, the costs were actually significant.

He looked up at the Grand Marshal. The two had no expression, but there was a bit of helplessness in their eyes. If they knew that the situation would develop to this step, they would have made a move earlier…the protection of the rules made it so that these specters couldn’t be killed, but to these almighty Calamity Immortal beings with transcendent methods, destroying the rules wasn’t too difficult a...