The great demon in charge of drawing blood for the formation and verifying people's origins saw the wooden-faced demon moving slowly. His temper flared, and he cursed, "You lazy good-for-nothing, how long are you going to make your grandpa wait? It's just a bit of blood, so why are you dragging your feet? Get over here!"
As he spoke, he reached out with a string of curses and grabbed for Qi WuHuo's arm, while the Magic Artifact in his other hand came crashing down toward him.
The next moment, he felt his body suddenly grow weightless.
An immense force seized him. The demonic power around him seemed to scatter, and his whole body went numb. Then the world spun, and he found himself floating through the air before crashing heavily into the other demons with a deafening boom. In the eyes of the other Demon Race, the seemingly honest and easy-to-bully demon had tossed the great demon away with one hand.
He had wielded him like a weapon and smashed him into the guards!
Amid the tremendous crash, the demons guarding the formation all stumbled backward, and the road ahead opened up in an instant.
Qi WuHuo shot forward. Sword Qi crisscrossed around him, tearing apart the building and knocking aside or killing every demon that tried to stop him. Then he transformed into a streak of sword light and plunged into the formation. But though he was already moving at tremendous speed, the demon immortal he had sensed earlier was just as quick to react.
Qi WuHuo had erupted into action, struck down his foes, and entered the formation in one smooth motion. Just as he was about to pass through, the dome above the formation shattered in an instant. Cracks spread across the dome, built from exceptionally precious