The Devil Race Grand Commander was depressed to the extreme, and the phrase "man proposes, Heaven disposes" surfaced in his mind unbidden. He and Tian Xiaojian had originally been bound together in a relationship where one's glory was the other's glory, and one's loss the other's loss. There had been no lie in those words.
He was also familiar with this Bailing Array. With Tian Xiaojian's current strength, breaking it would be extremely difficult, but if he merely wanted to slip through it without a sound, he had more than an eighty-percent confidence of success.
But that came with one prerequisite: the Bailing Array had not yet been triggered and activated.
And Tian Xiaojian had to do exactly as he said. But now, everything had turned into flowers in a mirror and the moon in water.
That woman's strength was not bad, but she was far too reckless.
Among those at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, she could be considered a rare powerhouse, but she did not even possess a domain. To think she wanted to force her way through the formation before her like this—she was truly overestimating herself.
Foolish beyond reach. She was more or less doomed to fall here.
"Foster Father, are you saying that what's in front of us is actually a formation? Then Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger—could they all be fake?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Tian Xiaojian's face. His current strength could already be considered impressive, and he had experienced countless battles large and small. Leaving other Supernatural Powers aside, he had always been very confident in his eyesight.
Those Four Spirits were brimming with life and vigor, not at all like clay sculptures or wooden carvings produced by a formation.
Even the other Demon Race members showed