In the void, five-colored mists billowed like fog, spreading across the sky, seeming at once like clouds and sleet.
The Patriarch of the Five Plagues stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking down at Pei Ling, who was struggling by every means within the Pure Land.
The Patriarch's eyes were deep as night, shimmering with strange colors, like a vortex, revolving and shifting.
The Pure Land gradually transformed into a scene from Jushuang City.
Pei Ling wore a black robe and sat motionless in a grand residence beside the City Lord's Mansion. Five-colored mists steamed around him, like miasma and plague, intertwining in fierce currents.
Rogue Cultivators still bustled back and forth through the city, but the atmosphere was changing bit by bit.
Every cultivator who had received spirit stones and pills had already been warped in all manner of ways by Pei Ling's power.
"Ho, ho" sounds like those of mindless demonic beasts echoed in every corner of the city. Vast spiritual energy poured out in rolling waves, filling this entire world.
The Patriarch of the Five Plagues remained expressionless. If the one caught in the Pure Land were an ordinary Dao Integration Cultivator, the Rogue Cultivators in the city would only have their minds twisted at this point, growing more and more greedy...
But this junior from Chongming Sect had foundations far too deep. Though his cultivation was only at Dao Integration, his power could actually mutate Rogue Cultivators into Mad Demons like those in the Eternal Night Desert... He already faintly bore the air of that Fallen Immortal deep in the desert!
With foundations so far beyond imagination, if they truly fought head-on, the other party should be able to hold out against him for a very, very long time...
However, in this battle, his