Seven Star Island Blazing Sun Sect

Lin Xuan reached out and slapped the back of his head. A pair of beautiful rings had appeared in his palm, and with a flash of silver light, a curtain of radiance rose to protect him.

The so-called soul-absorbing divine ability was naturally cut off.

A spell of this level might have been enough to deal with cultivators of the Core Condensation Realm, but Lin Xuan's cultivation of spiritual sense was still above that of an old monster at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

A trace of mockery flashed through his eyes. Lin Xuan poured all the spiritual power in his body into the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring and gave a soft shout: "Break!"

A dazzling streak of silver light shot out and struck the elder Command Token with a bang. Along with a crisp tearing sound, the object turned into nothingness.

At the same time, Wucang Mountain, the Demon Nether Sect's main altar.

Inside a spacious cave residence, a white-robed scholar sat cross-legged. This man was none other than the master of the Demon Nether Sect. On the surface, he looked barely over thirty, but he had merely mastered the art of preserving his looks; in truth, he was a Nascent Soul Realm old monster who had lived for several hundred years.

Beneath him was actually an extremely intricate formation, while above his head floated twelve small beasts cast from refined iron. Each one had a different shape, and their eyes were even colored blood-red, making them look exceedingly strange.

At this moment, the white-robed scholar's face was full of gravity. His hands continuously changed incantation gestures, as if he were carrying out some complicated ritual, and one that had reached an extremely critical stage.

Those small beasts had clearly been cast from refined iron, yet at