A thousand miles away, the monstrous demonic chaos still swept across the heavens.
The instant the Divine War Department's High God unleashed that world-suppressing palm seal, two entirely different figures in two locations of Returning Ruins shuddered violently at the same time.
Central Army Camp, where warfires raged across the plains and demonic mist ran rampant.
"Lin Yunlang" stood at the flank of the Battle Formation, drawing blazing flames with his palm and burning the low-ranking demons rushing in to kill.
But in the next moment, an invisible, formless tremor at the source struck straight into the depths of his soul.
There was no fluctuation of spiritual power, no omen of any strange phenomenon. It was simply the sudden rupture of a shared soul bond.
His chest tightened sharply, and a mouthful of scalding blood sprayed out without warning.
The cultivators fighting around him were all too busy saving themselves to notice that fleeting abnormality.
A trace of coldness flashed through "Lin Yunlang's" eyes, yet his face revealed not the slightest flaw.
He staggered half a step with the momentum, pretending that demonic energy had pressed down upon him and thrown his blood and qi into disorder, concealing the truth that his origin had been wounded.
A thread of pure Flame Fire qi quietly condensed in his palm. It was neither dazzling nor fierce, yet its temperature was exceptionally vicious.
The firelight swept out, wrapping up all the blood spilled across the ground and igniting the Demon Corpse beside him that had only just fallen and had yet to dissipate.
Pale-blue flames burned soundlessly, reducing both the bloodstains and the Demon Corpse to nothing in an instant, leaving behind neither the faintest trace of aura nor the slightest ripple of soul energy.
Having done all this, he suppressed the searing