The ten-thousand-zhang Netherworld Land was shrouded in countless streams of black vapor, filled with a negative force unlike the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Violent, bloodthirsty, thick with ghostly qi, and crisscrossed by demonic qi.
Luo Hou floated at the heart of the Netherworld Land, continuously forming seals. Beneath him lay an illusory formation diagram that inhaled and exhaled the negative forces between heaven and earth.
At the four cardinal points of the formation diagram were the four quasi-Sage cultivators—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu. Imprisoned atop the diagram, they all looked utterly drained. The boundless negative forces of heaven and earth were forcibly poured into their bodies, continuously altering the nature of the Four Spirits' flesh and spiritual qi.
Intense pain stimulated the Four Spirits, drawing earthshaking roars from them. One after another, they revealed their true forms. The azure giant dragon whipped its tail and twisted its body without end, clearly in unbearable agony.
The fiery-red Vermilion Bird trembled from head to toe, the flames covering its body shuddering. It stretched out its neck and let out a long cry, while flames continuously burst uncontrollably from its beak.
The old wounds on White Tiger and Xuanwu split open together, drops of blood flowing into the formation diagram.
Lu Tian and the others stood guard nearby, all completely at ease. No one yet dared to attack the Netherworld Land directly. Ordinary cultivators simply could not adapt to the spiritual energy here and would only be demonized.
The Nine-Headed Demonic Lion was boasting to the others about his glorious feats. His unfathomably strange soul divine abilities often caught opponents completely off guard. Capturing the Vermilion Bird, whose cultivation was a notch below his own, had been nothing remarkable. Watching him boast endlessly, the others immediately looked down