This great bell had naturally been seized from Ancestor Golden Bell's hands, and Jiang Chen had actually refined it without the slightest effort.
The Golden Bell was a true divine artifact, blessed by the power of heaven and earth. Its might was truly incomparable, and when it came to refining such treasures, Jiang Chen truly possessed a talent that ordinary people could not match.
As a result, after being refined by Jiang Chen, the Golden Bell's power was in no way inferior to what it had been in Ancestor Golden Bell's possession. In terms of spiritual resonance, it might even surpass the former.
In an instant, the Golden Bell slammed down toward Ancestor Tongxuan's back, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He deployed his escape technique once more, trying with all his might to break free from the Golden Bell's coverage.
It had to be said that Ancestor Tongxuan's divine abilities were quite formidable. Jiang Chen's Golden Bell attack had already been extremely well concealed, yet even caught completely off guard, Ancestor Tongxuan had somehow managed to dodge it. This left Jiang Chen quite astonished.
However, though Ancestor Tongxuan had evaded the Golden Bell, there was not a trace of joy in his heart. Clearly, he could never have imagined what it would feel like to be surrounded—and now, he found himself in exactly that situation.
Meng Qianqiu spread both arms forward, and those crystal-like ripples suddenly surged into towering waves—both real and illusory, they swept onward.
Ancestor Tongxuan knew all too well Meng Qianqiu's methods, and he knew that Meng Qianqiu's attacks were not something even he could confront head-on.
Just as he was about to retreat again, the surrounding void seemed to suddenly tear open, and a figure burst forth from the rift.
A heaven-shaking giant claw seized Ancestor Tongxuan around the waist.
Ancestor Tongxuan reacted with incredible speed. The moment the claw touched his waist, his dharma body slipped forward like an eel—slick and elusive—barely managing to dodge the grab.
But what he hadn't expected was that this claw's attacks were always delivered in rapid succession. The first grab missed, and the second followed in one seamless motion. Ancestor Tongxuan dodged the first strike, but could not evade the second.
In an instant, his entire body was locked tight as if bound by a demonic force. He strained with every ounce of his strength, but could not break free at all.
The Vermilion Bird divine beast had struck. Not to mention with so many people coordinating—even if it had faced Ancestor Tongxuan alone, he wouldn't have been able to hold out for long.
The Vermilion Bird was ferocious beyond measure. With a single pull of its claw, one of Ancestor Tongxuan's blood-drenched arms snapped off like a piece of broken lotus root. Another yank, and the other arm fell away as well.
The Vermilion Bird's ferocity was beyond compare. It simply opened its enormous beak and, munching like it was chewing sugarcane, gobbled down both arms with loud crunches.
At this terrifying sight, the entire rebel army was completely stunned. How could this be happening? Out of nowhere, why had Ancestor Meng Qianqiu turned on Ancestor Tongxuan? And Ancestor Tongxuan—such a powerful demigod Ancestor—had been captured alive after only a few exchanges, with his dharma body broken, no less?
It had to be said that this blow was more devastating than any other. The bloody, visceral reality was more convincing than any threat or intimidation.
Sacred Mistress Ningyan shot forth from the void. With a dignified bearing and an imposing presence, she declared: "You rebels were misled by treacherous people and clouded by foolish thoughts for a time. Those who surrender now will be pardoned by the True Martial Holy Land. Only the ringleaders will be executed; accomplices will not be pursued. However, if anyone remains obstinate, then Ancestor Golden Bell, Ancestor Yuchi, and this Ancestor Tongxuan will serve as your cautionary examples."
Of the four great demigod Ancestors, excluding Meng Qianqiu who had turned against them on the battlefield, a full three had fallen. This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the rebel army's morale—one could even say it was a crushing, catastrophic blow.
The allied army had been holding this position, organized in perfect order, methodical and systematic, all because a few demigod Ancestors were there stabilizing the situation.