Chapter 147: Too Late Dozens of cultivators, from Qi Refining to Grotto-Heaven, all of them were sent flying backward, coughing up blood from severe injuries. Some slammed into distant walls, bones shattered, collapsing limp to the ground. Some were hurled out of the crowd, crashing into the distant Primal Chaos Mists, their fates unknown. Some hit the ground, struggling to rise. Only to find that most of the meridians in their bodies had been shattered by the shock. The entire hall fell…