"Give me twenty breaths," Lu Yang transmitted.
Almost at the exact same time, a primitive altar appeared in the void before Lu Yang.
With a thought, hundreds of storage bags flew out from the storage pouch at his waist. Under the control of Lu Yang's spiritual sense, countless sacrificial materials were categorized and placed upon that altar.
Amidst the tense and high-pressure battlefield, apart from Ji Xuanhuang who watched with intent, almost no one noticed this faint fluctuation of curse power.
However, a few breaths later, Monk Hanguang, who was struggling fiercely against the sword Qi of the Heavenly Emperor Sword, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. Demonic light flickered in his eyes, piercing through the void to see Lu Yang setting up the altar above the Eighth Pass.
An ominous premonition instantly surged into his heart.
"Quick, stop that fellow!" Monk Hanguang shouted sharply.
In a clash between experts, opportunities vanish in the blink of an eye.
Even the most minuscule flaw could, in certain circumstances, become the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Monk Hanguang had already witnessed Lu Yang's [Blindfold Curse] beforehand.
It had trapped him for a full several breaths of time!
Lu Yang had seized those few short breaths to slaughter the demonic horde, reverse the situation, and carve out a glimmer of a chance for a comeback from the jaws of a desperate plight.
Hanguang dared not imagine what the outcome would be if the Black Demon were suddenly struck by Lu Yang's Blindfold Curse amidst their clash, forcing him to face Ji Xuanhuang—whose strength already surpassed his own—while stripped of his five senses!
"Hmph!"
The Black Demon waved his hand, hurling a demonic sword that charged straight toward Lu Yang.
The Daoist momentum of the Ninth Layer of the Venerable Tier