A Quarter of an Hour

"Get the hell away from me!"

The demon roared in fury. The formation restrictions coiled around it without end, tugging and entangling like a muddy swamp, driving this demon completely berserk.

Its roar turned into rippling sound waves that spread outward, crashing layer upon layer against the formation restrictions Chu Mu dropped with a flick of his fingertips.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A string of shattering blasts exploded through the night sky. One formation restriction after another was utterly annihilated beneath the demon's rage.

Yet despite the urgency of the situation, Chu Mu remained unhurried. Compared to their earlier ferocious clash, he even seemed leisurely and composed.

He was not in a hurry.

Or rather, ever since the battle had settled into a one-on-one balance, even if he was being suppressed, even if Blade Intent and the Nine Dragons Suppressing Prison Tower—his two crucial defensive and offensive tools—were difficult to use, so long as he could keep this demon pinned down, he could firmly grasp the course of this battle.

The longer he dragged it out, the more his Blade Intent recovered. Not to mention that, by now, the balance of this Nascent Soul battle had already tilted toward the Longevity Sect.

The demon grew increasingly enraged, while Chu Mu became ever calmer.

Indeed, the angrier the demon became, the more it proved that his decision to stall had been correct.

And so, time slowly passed amid this tense yet unhurried spell battle.

Under the formation arts that turned decay into wonder, formation restrictions descended into the night sky one after another, tightly binding the utterly enraged demon.

The Nascent Soul battle in the night sky remained deadlocked.

But as time passed, the stalemate seemed to undergo subtle changes.

Demon Xuan Cheng, who had earlier been pierced through the heart by