Feng Huo and Xin Lan's situation struck a chord with Ling Tian. Seeing Xiao Yu and the others bent on wiping them out, killing intent surged in his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Tian awakened his Devil Race bloodline. He swung his heavy halberd and killed two of them in an instant, then ordered Little Zhu and Little Shi to capture Xiao Yu and the others as they fled at the first sign of trouble.
Ling Tian paid no heed to Xiao Yu's threats. He had made up his mind to kill them, and nothing could shake his resolve. He sneered at the middle-aged man, who was distracting him while communicating with his Household. A Spiritual Energy Arrow whistled through the air and severed the man's arm.
Perhaps realizing that pleading was useless, many of the cultivators resolutely chose to detonate their golden cores. Their eyes were filled with grim determination. But soon they were disappointed. The demonic man's hands flashed through a series of seals, and in moments, they could no longer sense the spiritual energy in their bodies. They could not even detonate their cores.
Over the past several decades, Ling Tian had gained a deeper understanding of formations and restrictions, and his grasp of the God Sealing Restriction had grown even more profound. He formed a seal, sealing every last one of them so they could not use even a trace of energy.
"Hmph, you think you can self-destruct? It's not that easy." Ling Tian gave a cold snort, looking every bit like a demon.
"Fellow Daoist, don't you think this is going too far?" The middle-aged man forced himself to endure the pain of his severed arm, his face ashen. "Killing us would be one thing, but tormenting us like this—aren't you afraid of retribution?!"