Night Roaming

As the voice fell, that bluish-white palm had already landed on her shoulder.

As a Golden Core True Person, she was naturally horrified.

Even within the great prison, her divine sense was severely suppressed, reaching less than half a meter beyond her body.

Yet a cultivator's own five senses and six perceptions would not diminish under the suppression of an array, unless it was an array, technique, or divine ability specifically targeting those senses—or unless the attacker's cultivation far surpassed hers.

Her protective aura instantly expanded.

She had originally thought she could shake off that palm, yet her protective aura seemed to completely ignore the hand.

As she formed a hand seal to cast a spell, she glanced sideways.

Only to see a pair of black-red pupils.

"Hell's Transformation."

The voice drifted farther and farther away.

Like faint scraps of sound winding around her ears.

The tall cultivator standing behind her watched her calmly. At the center of his short horns, purple-black patterns gathered and glimmered with dim light, maintaining those black-red threads fine and sharp as steel needles.

In truth, the moment Aunt Xue had been touched by that bluish-white palm, she had already fallen under Tu Shan Jun's control.

The so-called trouble was merely a little cumbersome.

After all, his mana was ultimately limited and had to be used sparingly.

Tu Shan Jun let out a soft sigh.

The demon had taken the chance to flee. The progress of refining his techniques and divine abilities would have to slow down; he could no longer advance by leaps and bounds as he had in the past.

Moreover, demons differed from ordinary cultivators. They possessed considerable endurance against techniques and divine abilities, allowing Tu Shan Jun to act as he pleased without them collapsing after being ravaged by his spells.