He immediately circulated his great Dao force and raised a barrier of spiritual power.
The streams of black mist hissed as they touched the golden barrier, burning away completely.
The other disciples, however, were not so fortunate.
Although they were all at the Void Realm or above, they had just fought a fierce battle and nearly exhausted their spiritual power.
As the black mist swept over them, their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies stiffened beyond their control.
"This is bad!"
Jiang Fan frowned deeply and swept his gaze across the area. The enormous black formation pattern was slowly turning, releasing dense demonic qi.
"These people must already have demon seeds planted inside them!"
He had assumed demon seeds had to be planted individually. He had never expected this evil cultivator's methods to be so uncanny that he could control an array of this scale and sow them en masse.
"To plant them so easily in True Realm disciples... this evil cultivator's cultivation must be formidable!"
As though sensing something, Jiang Fan suddenly raised his head and looked toward the densest concentration of black mist.
A blurred figure emerged from it.
The man wore an utterly ordinary gray combat outfit and had unremarkable features. He looked like nothing more than an inconspicuous disciple of a fifth-level sect.
Yet the aura emanating from him was as unfathomable as an abyss.
"Heh, heh, heh!"
The gray-clad disciple chuckled, raised a hand, and gently spread his fingers.
The black formation pattern abruptly began spinning faster.
"You... are quite a surprise!"
He looked at Jiang Fan with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"To remain unaffected within my Black Demon Array and hold out this long, your cultivation must be more than just one level above theirs!"
Jiang Fan stared intently at