Outside the treasure light curtain, a hurricane swept through, and the sky was filled with swirling fire clouds. The terrifying high temperature distorted the surrounding light. The spiritual power in their bodies was rapidly consumed at a visible speed.

Yan Lingji's face turned pale as he looked around, his heart bleeding in pain. The elite group that came with him was the core backbone that he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, and they were the capital for him to compete for the position of Sect Master in the future. Now, they had suffered heavy losses here.

Those two bastards from Cloud Dream Heavenly Palace had triggered the natural prohibition in this medicine garden with a single surprise attack. Caught off guard, dozens of fellow disciples were killed on the spot.

Although death in the Misty Illusion Secret Realm did not mean true demise, the damage caused to their physical bodies was real. Even with the protection of the Heavenly Sound Hall, it couldn't be completely avoided.