True Form of the Demon Race

"Azure Profound Edict!"

At that critical moment, a deep shout like the tolling of an ancient bell suddenly exploded from the depths of the purple light prison that radiated an ominous aura!

Before the words had faded, a streak of light tore through the dense demonic qi within the prison. An ancient-looking azure seal engraved with intricate, profound patterns—the Nine Heavens Demon Sealing Seal—shot from Ancestor Xiangyang's withered palm!

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone activated the tokens clenched in their hands, as though they had rehearsed it thousands of times.

In an instant, several differently colored incantations containing immense magical power shot forth like arrows loosed from a bow, striking their respective tokens with precision and stirring up dazzling ripples of spiritual light.

Zhang Tie felt an icy, bone-piercing gaze of malice nail itself to his back like a tangible steel needle—it was the stare of the thousand-zhang ghostly shadow, cruel and indifferent as it toyed with its prey.

But with life and death hanging in the balance, how could he care about that scalp-numbing stare?

He clenched his teeth and stomped on the air. His body shot backward like lightning, as if propelled by an invisible giant force.

As he retreated, divine power surged from within him like a burst dam, pouring madly into the token in his hand.

Moreover, his powerful divine sense split into three streams, precisely controlling the Great Ghost, Fire Ghost, and Golden Ghost nearby while channeling power into the tokens they each held!

Bzzzz—!

The nine tokens activated at once!

An indescribable wave of resonance spread out in an instant, as though invisible hands had plucked the strings of space.

Inside the purple light prison holding Ancestor Xiangyang and the others, unprecedentedly intense violet radiance erupted, as if the prison itself were about to