Calling for Backup

Chang'an City, a quiet corner of the Eastern Market.

Space twisted, and Tang Sanzang and his group tumbled out in a sorry heap.

"Go find Qin Feng!" Tang Sanzang ignored the aching all over his body and roared at General Yin, who was still a little dazed.

General Yin came back to himself too. Carrying the unconscious Dragon Horse, dragging the gravely injured Sun Wukong and Tang Wei, he followed Tang Sanzang in a mad dash toward the rear courtyard of the restaurant from before.

They had just rushed into that street when Chen Xuan's figure appeared above Chang'an City like a ghost.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he instantly locked on to Tang Sanzang and the others' position, and also saw the seemingly ordinary yet, in truth, extremely bizarre "art style" of the mortal city below.

"Hiding here?" Demonic light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. Too lazy to waste words, he struck down with a palm!

He intended to erase this entire district, everyone inside it, and that strange scripture seeker along with them from the world!

A pitch-black demonic palm blotted out the sky and covered the sun, pressing down with a terrifying aura that could annihilate all things!

In Chang'an City, countless mortals looked up in terror, not knowing what had happened.

However, at the very instant the demonic palm was about to touch the air above the city.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

With Chang'an as the center, at least a dozen enormous light barriers of different colors and differing natures lit up instantly, as if in a stress response!

There was an immortal-path grand formation with the Eight Trigrams revolving through it!

There was a divine barrier with holy light blazing resplendently!

There was a techno-magic composite defensive array with gears meshing and