The Stronghold Master Will Wipe You All Out!

In the spacious hall, Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, Three Lights Evil Crone, White Camel Mountain's master Ou Yang Lie, Life-Claiming Twin Rings West Wind Blood-Splatter, Ghost Spear Shangguan Yun He, Mind-Enchanting Demoness Feng Cangyue, and many other Heavenly Being experts guarded Marshal Adalier at the center, their eyes fixed tightly on Jiang Dali as he entered.

Outside the hall, over a thousand Great Liao warriors spread out in every direction, sealing off the surrounding steps so tightly that not even water could pass through. They packed the area densely, like iron pincers threatening the enemy inside.

At the same time, the many hidden sentries stationed on the roof and walls revealed themselves, each armed with bows, crossbows, and other ranged weapons, locking onto Jiang Dali as though facing a formidable enemy.

For anyone, this would have been a certain-kill formation. Yet no one present believed such a lineup could definitely take down the Black Wind Stronghold Master.

Seeing everyone poised for battle, Jiang Dali strolled in at leisure. He suddenly stopped, standing at the center of the hall where everyone's qi was drawn together. This was precisely the Formation Eye of the entire command post.

The Formation Eye was the center of a feng shui magnetic field. Tug one hair, and the whole body moved.

When masters clashed, momentum and spirit mattered most. The convergence of momentum and spirit was a qi magnetic field, a contest of feng shui.

As Jiang Dali abruptly stopped in the hall, he was like a towering mountain suddenly shifting into a violent storm, like a Sea Calming Divine Needle suppressing every raging wind and torrential wave, leaving everyone feeling as though something were stuck in their throats.

Martial Venerable Bi Xuan and the others all felt as if their vital points had been seized.