"I see. Then I was overthinking things and wrongly blamed you, fellow Daoist. I hope Brother Hun Yuan won't take offense." The Black Tiger Demon King froze, the anger on his face vanishing, replaced by an expression of wild delight.
Old Ancestor Hun Yuan waved a hand. With his depth of shrewdness, he naturally would not take such a minor matter to heart. With a flick of his sleeve, several Formation Flags of different colors shot out.
Runes flickered across their surfaces, yet they were vastly different from any Lin Xuan had seen before. Clearly, this was sorcery unique to the Ink Moon Tribe.
Old Ancestor Hun Yuan moved both hands, his gestures strange and archaic. Several incantation seals were struck out in succession, and those Formation Flags trembled before sinking into the surrounding rocks and vanishing from sight.
A pitch-black barrier immediately entered view. Inside it, demonic mist churned and thunder rumbled, its power obviously no small matter. Yet confusion appeared on the Black Tiger Demon King's face. The disturbance caused by this formation was far too great. Forget Peacock Fairy—even a mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could easily notice it. What use would it have for an ambush?
Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, however, looked completely confident. He flipped his left hand, and a dark-green talisman appeared in his palm. Then, with a flick of his finger, the talisman ignited without wind and burst apart with a bang, transforming into five green balls of light the size of fists that sank into the black demonic qi.
The demonic qi dispersed, and the scenery revealed itself once more. Black Tiger released his divine sense and carefully swept it over the surroundings. Then horror appeared on his face. "Brother Hun Yuan, what fine divine abilities. This formation is completely different from