Her heart trembled violently. Sweat poured from her entire body like syrup, each bead rolling down beside her temples. Her heart hammered like a war drum, no different from that of a mortal. Fear pierced her to the bone, beyond her control.
Fortunately, that pressure came with violent force and retreated just as swiftly—within a single breath, it ebbed away like a receding tide. Only her disordered breathing and violently heaving chest remained; her fury had yet to fade, and her lingering fright had not dispersed.
Now then, Sect Master Tongtian gazed at the demon clouds that blotted out heaven and sun, his brows tightly locked as he asked, "May I ask, Sage Su Yang, why have you summoned the Demon Race? What exactly do you intend?"
Su Yang's lips curled slightly, and a scholar's composed air showed in his bearing. "I came specifically this time to lend you a helping hand. Though your Interception Sect bears the grand reputation of 'ten thousand immortals paying court,' the aptitude of your disciples is in truth uneven, a mingling of dragons and snakes. At first, they may indeed elevate your fortune, but over time, they can easily plant the seeds of ruin. These extraterritorial demons may appear unruly and untamable, but their roots secretly conform to and resonate with your Interception Sect. Shortly, I will pass on to you a great formation called the 'Myriad Immortals and Myriad Demons Formation': immortals and demons stand side by side, Dao and devil are forged in one crucible, righteousness and evil aid one another, hardness and softness give birth to each other. Once the formation is complete and its power fully unleashed, even should the battle turn unfavorable in the future, it can protect your elite disciples, ensuring that your Dao lineage does not fall