And within the light screen, two figures were trapped.
The one on the left stood over seventy feet tall, with a blue-green face, jutting fangs, and a body wrapped in thick scale armor.
He looked savage and terrifying. Needless to say, he was the Ancient Demon.
The person on the right was a middle-aged cultivator of around forty, with three long wisps of beard and an appearance elegant to the extreme.
Wang Tinglou looked at the light screen before him, and his brows gradually furrowed.
"Hmph, I never expected this place would actually have the Buddhist Sect's Six-Word Demon-Subduing Curse. No wonder those Underworld demons and ghosts walked past without triggering the restriction, while the two of us were trapped here the moment we approached. As far as I know, this Six-Word Demon-Subduing Curse specifically targets the Devil Race. This time, I've truly suffered like a fish in the moat when the city gate catches fire."
"You truly are widely learned and well informed, fellow Daoist. But what is there to complain about? Though the Six-Word Demon-Subduing Curse is no small matter, dreaming of trapping this Demon Venerable with it is pure daylight fantasy. What's more, I have you assisting from the side. If the two of us act together, breaking this restriction won't take much effort." A gleam flashed through the Ancient Demon's eyes as he spoke without alarm or joy.
"That may be true. A mere formation indeed cannot trap you and me. But after this mishap, our whereabouts will inevitably be exposed as well. If we still want to track those Yinhun ghost things, there isn't the slightest chance anymore." Wang Tinglou did not get angry, but the dissatisfaction in his voice was plainly evident.
"So what? Are you regretting joining hands with me, fellow Daoist? This