"Such a nuisance."
Wang Xian made his decision at once and rapidly circulated the Gods and Demons Scripture. In the blink of an eye, he compressed his life force until he seemed on the verge of death.
From afar, the cracks in the rock stopped spreading. The purple light vanished, and even its temperature dropped until it was no different from the surrounding sand and stones.
A quarter of an hour later, four dark figures descended from the sky.
The man at their head stood twelve feet tall. Curved horns atop his head glinted with a metallic chill, and his crimson cloak snapped in the demonic aura.
He swept a cold gaze over the wasteland, his nostrils twitching slightly. "There was definitely an unusual fluctuation here just now... It feels like the lingering aura of a breached boundary."
One of the black-clad men pointed at the rock Wang Xian had become. "My lord, there's something strange about this stone."
The man approached and pressed his palm against the rock's surface.
His demonic sense pierced it like a needle. The stone was uniform, with no signs of life. Inside, there was only a trace of disordered spiritual energy, as if it had been scoured by a demonic storm several days ago.
"A false alarm."
The man withdrew his hand and was about to leave when he suddenly turned around. "Wait."
He scrutinized the rock once more. Something about it felt... off, as though someone had deliberately left it here. Could it be waiting for him to discover it?
Just as he gathered his demonic aura, intending to pulverize the rock and inspect it thoroughly—
"Boom! Boom!!!!"
A thousand miles away, at the horizon on the edge of the wasteland, a pitch-black pillar of light shot into the sky!
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