Zhang Tie finally understood the root cause of the deviation in the teleportation.
With spiritual sense as powerful as that of a Mahayana cultivator, he should not have made the slightest error in the spatial coordinates. Not to mention that he had personally checked the engraved spirit patterns several times with his spiritual sense, and the spiritual power flow when the formation disc activated had been perfectly smooth.
When his gaze fell upon a familiar figure in the distance, a sudden realization flashed through his heart.
He cultivated sorcery and was himself a man blessed with great fortune. This must have been Heaven's will, ensuring that he settled this karma with Elder Yan completely before leaving human territory.
"What, already scared out of your wits?" Elder Yan stood in the air, his voluminous sleeves snapping in the hot winds of the blood-red desert. An undisguised sneer hung on his lips. "Great Priest, please seal off the surrounding space, lest this beast use spatial divine abilities to flee again. As for the rest... leave it to me."
The Great Priest, clad in a dark crimson sacrificial robe, slowly raised his withered right hand. The light throughout heaven and earth abruptly distorted. "Rest assured. Within my Blood Sand Domain, even a Mahayana cultivator would need to expend some effort to break through space."
Their conversation produced layer upon layer of echoes under the Domain's power, as though countless voices were whispering at once.
Yet Zhang Tie calmly looked the two of them over.
"Finished talking?" His voice was so calm that it made one's heart palpitate. "Then I'll make my move."
Before his words had faded, Zhang Tie's right hand had already clenched into a fist. There was no earth-shaking momentum, no heaven-destroying pressure. Only wisps of black lightning flowed between his