Wen He's spatial flames were incredibly domineering. Everywhere they passed, countless vines and trees were burned into nothingness.
But some of the vines were unaffected by the spatial flames. Instead, they grew even more murderous.
Some of the clouds in the void vanished outright, while many others, realizing they could no longer stay hidden, let out shrill whistles and surged in from all directions.
With so many powerful demon lords and Devil Lords gathered together, even in the perilous and unpredictable Azurewood Sacred Abyss, few beings would dare provoke them.
Yet the vines and clouds formed by the power of the formation were unaffected by the demonic aura around them. Their fierce momentum even overpowered the group.
As the python-like vines attacked, patterns of black bones appeared across their broad leaves, in every size.
In the blink of an eye, the many demons and fiends present had fallen into the enemy's encirclement.
"Just as you'd expect of an old monster at the Emperor Realm!"
"Black Floating Bone Emperor, Cloud Capital Demon Ancestor!"
"What a powerful formation!"
The Nether River Blood Mosquito, the Golden-Crowned Ghost Vulture, and the other experts all turned pale. Their combined strength was terrifying, but they still lacked confidence when facing the legendary Emperor Realm experts. After countless years, they had developed an instinctive fear of such beings.
The vines all around them and the clouds sweeping in were endless. Their ceaseless attacks followed a strange rhythm, revealing a deep understanding of formations.
Most of the demons and fiends present could vaguely tell that this was a powerful formation, but they couldn't see its boundaries, much less find any flaws.
Without a suitable way to break it, even if they were several times stronger, they would only be relying on brute force. Sooner or later, they would