“What… What’s going on?” Lord Tzivya exclaimed frantically.

She moved her hand quickly and conjured a purplish-green Holy Shield around her.

The other cultivators hurriedly unleashed their powers as well to protect themselves against the powers of the decachrome lights, the Quasar Light, and the bell chimings.

Unfortunately, their efforts were useless. Most of them grimaced and writhed in pain.

Unlike the others, Marci who was also a Chosen One remained relatively calm. She stood in the