The suction of the formation diagram grew fiercer and fiercer. Qin He's vital essence seeped out through the soles of his feet, and the pale golden mist was snatched away by the red light within the patterns the moment it touched the bluestone slabs.
He lowered his eyes. With a slight tremor beneath his feet, a wisp of Demonic Energy, finer than a strand of hair, escaped his body and sank along his meridians to the soles of his feet.
That wisp of Demonic Energy was terrifyingly pure, the result of the Demonic Cloud Millstone's thousandfold tempering. It held not the slightest trace of violence, yet carried a stillness that seemed capable of devouring everything.
The instant it touched the bluestone slab, the Demonic Energy spread soundlessly like ink dripping into clear water.
Amid the scarlet formation patterns, an extremely faint trace of black appeared. It slowly flowed along the lines without drawing anyone's notice.
The Dragon Clan elder stood outside the barrier, stroking his beard with a cold sneer.
The red light on the formation diagram grew ever brighter. Streams of light formed from vital essence surged like waterfalls toward the figure in the darkness. He could clearly sense the ancestor's aura beginning to recover, and his face was filled with fanaticism.
"Soon. In just a little while, the ancestor will be able to gather his saintly might again!"
He turned to the disciples behind him, unable to conceal the excitement in his voice. "These sacrifices can at least be said to have died where they should."
The cultivators inside the formation had long since lost the strength to curse.
On the Black-Iron Warship, the bearded cultivator sat collapsed on the deck. His spiritual power was draining faster and faster, and even his cheeks had sunk in.
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