"You really intend to make a move at a time like this? Don't blame us if we bring the Netherworld Immortal Army down on you." The golden-winged demonic roc at the head felt immense pressure as the World Devil Pearl drifted toward them.
Lu Xiaotian watched the situation unfold. Hao Qingyao was clearly still wary of them. The World Devil Pearl halted and shot the other side a warning glance. "Don't try any more tricks this time. Otherwise, even if the Netherworld Immortal Army comes, I'll kill you first."
"Of course. We'll break through the restrictions here and each take what we came for. The Devil Venerable's only target is Yan Ji; he has no intention of laying a hand on the Heavenly Devil Zither." The golden-winged demonic roc nodded.
"I'll start breaking the formation in a moment. Fellow Daoist Ying, follow my instructions." Hao Qingyao glanced at Lu Xiaotian again, then the World Devil Pearl drifted lightly over the alchemy furnace ruins like a ghost.
The World Devil Pearl seemed to wander aimlessly, but Lu Xiaotian's gaze flickered as he watched. Whenever the spirit pearl reached a node, it used the demonic zither to pluck a note. The note took the form of a sphere that spun round and round, lingering at each node. To Lu Xiaotian, these actions, which seemed to follow no pattern, concealed a remarkable mystery.
Hao Qingyao's mastery of formations might not be inferior to his own. Lu Xiaotian wasn't particularly surprised. He had excellent comprehension and a powerful Primordial Spirit, giving him a natural advantage in deducing formations. Though he had studied formations for a long time, he might not have spent as long at it as Hao Qingyao. The Immortal Realm and the Devil Realm were both vast beyond measure; it was only