The sacred figure with three heads and six arms formed a seal with its hands. Boundless radiance transformed into a curtain of light that descended, enveloping all of Marquis Wen's Territory. The entire territory was dyed golden, impregnable as a fortress of gold and soup. No matter how the outside world attacked, it could not stir even the slightest ripple upon that barrier.
"Marquis Wen's strength is only at the Tenth Order, so how can his defenses be this powerful? Once that curtain of light descended, even a Twelfth Order expert could not shake it." Zhang Chen looked at the divine light radiating from Marquis Wen and finally understood why the Demon Race had been left helpless before him. Marquis Wen's defenses were simply too heaven-defying; no one could break through them at all.
"Such terrifying defensive power is unprecedented and will never be seen again. This old man is seeing it for the first time as well." Zhong Wu Bai stared into the distance at Marquis Wen, who seemed like Gods and Devils walking the world. His gaze was solemn, and his pupils brimmed with shock.
"Now that the Demon Clan Army has surrounded Marquis Wen's Territory, we have two choices if we wish to head north. The first is to take the risk of passing through Marquis Wen's Territory, but the Demon Race's beast tide will not be easy to deal with. If we are surrounded by it, that will be troublesome. The second is to take a detour, but that would add another year to our journey." Zhang Gaqi spoke from the side, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chen. "I wonder whether our method for making beasts avoid us will work against the Demon Clan Army."
"Of course it will work just as well," Zhang Chen replied.