Overwhelming Demonic Energy poured down, turning the drill ground at the center of the second and third layers of the Protective Magic Array into the eye of the storm.
A violent wind swept black demonic mist across the land. Icy corrosive force frantically seeped through the gaps in the array patterns, forcing the thousands of cultivators on the ground to stagger and retreat again and again.
Yet a scant dozen or so remained nailed to the spot, like clay statues or wooden carvings, unable to move an inch.
It was not that fear had taken root in their hearts and they refused to flee. They simply did not possess the right to move at all.
Invisible demonic might descended. Unlike the wild, outwardly explosive pressure of spiritual power, it was like countless pounds of heavy lead crushing flesh, bones, and meridians, locking down every limb and bone.
Their flesh felt as heavy as if filled with iron, while their souls were wrapped layer upon layer in sluggish force. Even lifting their eyes or drawing breath became incomparably difficult.
Gu Yang stood among that rigid crowd.
He still looked like the most inconspicuous person in the Auxiliary Soldier Camp: plainly dressed, thin in frame, with his usual dull and mediocre expression. He seemed no different from the other low-level cultivators imprisoned by the demonic might.
No one knew that this body was originally an avatar Qin He had divided off through One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, with all its sharpness and foundations concealed.
"Gu Yang, what are you standing there for? Run!"
A cultivator from his squad desperately broke free of his restraints. Catching sight of him standing stiffly still, he let out a shrill, urgent roar.
As soon as his words fell, another wave of dense demonic mist swept