What a battle it had been. The fighters were all at the level of Primordial Prenatal Qi, the heads of Daoist temples and the masters of Buddhist temples. They no longer needed an altar to aid their spells. With a thought from their Primordial Spirits, they could draw upon the Innate Primordial Qi of the world and turn it into thunder and blazing flames, Sword Qi and Buddha light. Demonic Qi surged into the sky, yet at this moment, everything came to a halt.
There were monks glaring in fury, Daoists gripping swords, demons running rampant, and fierce birds beating their wings—each one lifelike, each one vivid.
With no one sustaining them, the thunder and flames scattered all at once.
The young Daoist stepped into the midst of it, his sleeves settling gently. Back when he had only reached the level of Primordial Prenatal Qi, he had used his own Qi to interrupt the flow of Qi within other beings, leaving their bodies paralyzed. Now Qi WuHuo had become a True Person, and when he used this technique, even Primordial Spirits at the level of Primordial Prenatal Qi were briefly paralyzed, left unable to see or hear.
The young Daoist had learned from Prince Qin what these fiends had done among humankind. His sleeves swept past, and the primordial Qi surged.
In an instant, every demon and monster was dead.
Not one managed to utter a sound.
The primordial Qi unfurled, then withdrew at once, and the immobilization spell vanished in the blink of an eye.
The monk who had been glaring furiously, ready to trade an arm for the demon's life, watched the demon vanish into thin air. He froze. The other Daoists and warriors were much the same. They had seen the many demons who had been hunting