The trapping formations Wang Xian had used against his enemies during the day—those formations that had vanished.
After exhausting their spiritual power, those trapping formations had not disappeared completely.
The rune marks Wang Xian had inscribed remained behind, like dried-up streams lying quietly across every inch of Azure Dragon Town.
And now, Wang Xian was pouring fresh water into those dried-up streams.
Du Yulin was somewhat excited.
Her body trembled faintly, even her eyelashes quivering with it. Her eyes reddened slightly, and her chest rose and fell sharply.
After destroying the Wind and Rain Tower's assassins and its master, the countless formations throughout Azure Dragon Town had exhausted the last trace of their power.
They could be said to have lost every shred of destructive force, becoming nothing more than graffiti amid the ruins and scratches across stone slabs.
And yet...
Wang Xian was bringing them back to life.
The sword scar that reappeared in the night wind shot toward Wang Xian, and naturally, it would not spare Du Yulin hiding beneath the tree.
It carried an entirely different aura—sharp, tyrannical, and unquestionable.
But because Daoist Wu's divine sense was wholly focused on the succubus Wang Xian had become, that sword scar merely extended instinctively toward Du Yulin. It did not deliberately lock onto her.
Thus, that sword scar posed far less of a threat to Du Yulin than it did to Wang Xian.
She did not care in the slightest.
It could be said that Du Yulin was dumbstruck at that moment.
She even thought Wang Xian had gone mad.
How could he?
How dared he?
In the midst of a life-and-death battle, at a moment when Daoist Wu might cut them down with a single sword at any time...
Why was she suddenly waving her arms and dancing