Zhang Tie's figure flashed, and he appeared in a desolate wilderness.
Rolling grayish-brown hills surrounded him, with withered grass trembling in the breeze. In the distance, the towering, sinister silhouette of Night King City was faintly visible, like a slumbering behemoth.
Although the Yaksha Clan's Great Priest had treated him courteously earlier, Zhang Tie's keen divine sense had detected a faint yet powerful aura within Night King City.
The aura was like a vicious beast lurking in an abyss. Though it had not bared its fangs, it still made him deeply wary.
Having cultivated for thousands of years, he knew well that in this cultivation world where the strong devoured the weak, superficial politeness often concealed killing intent. Rather than remain here and take risks, it was better to leave as soon as possible.
He formed hand seals with both hands and muttered an incantation.
As the technique was activated, four lightning pillars suddenly lit up. Black lightning coiled upward like living creatures, crackling explosively.
In the blink of an eye, a massive black cube slowly took shape amid intertwined lightning, enveloping Zhang Tie. Lightning flickered across its surface as countless runes darted about like fish. Spatial fluctuations spread outward from it, clearly signaling that the teleportation was about to be completed.
At that moment, a gray figure shot through the air from the horizon, moving at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, he had closed to within a thousand zhang.
The newcomer was the Yaksha Clan's Great Priest. Dressed in an elaborate priestly robe, he wore an urgent expression. Seeing Zhang Tie about to flee, he raised his voice and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, wait! Please stay and let us speak!"
Zhang Tie frowned slightly. Not only did he not stop casting his spell, he secretly