As Black Dragon Hermit's words fell, his aura surged instantly.
He held nothing back, immediately driving the internal qi within him at full force. Sinister, tyrannical internal qi surged madly through his meridians and erupted from every limb and bone.
A dense layer of black energy instantly enveloped his withered body, making his already savage aura even more terrifying.
At the same time, the other nine Demon Cult Battle Generals beside him moved in unison, unleashing all their power and circulating their internal qi to the utmost.
All nine battle generals were Qi-Devouring Realm experts. As they unleashed their full strength, immensely powerful internal qi churned through each of them. Black demonic qi coiled around their bodies, and their momentum climbed higher and higher, growing ever stronger.
The surrounding air was tainted by this dense, sinister energy, and even the loose stones on the ground trembled beneath its powerful pressure.
Almost instantly, the ten streams of internal qi from Black Dragon Hermit and the nine battle generals followed the formation's prescribed paths, drawing upon and connecting with one another. Their ten auras merged into one seamless whole, forming an enormous wave of black energy with astonishing might.
Standing at the center of the formation, Black Dragon Hermit seemed to be the core of this power. Demonic qi roiled around him, as though he had become a man-devouring Demon Lord. Their combined strength stirred the surrounding air into howling gusts that tore through the space around them, spreading oppressive pressure in every direction.
Yang Jing stood opposite them, quietly watching the Demon Cult members form their array and sensing their increasingly powerful aura.
Rather than feeling the slightest apprehension, he grinned, amusement and anticipation in his eyes. He said loudly, "A Demon Cult hermit? Good, good, good. You count as a