"Fox spirit, what are you standing around for? We said we'd advance and retreat together. That bird-faced bastard is about to get beaten to death—get down there and help him!" Xiang Yuan came to the Hundred Illusions Demon King's side, his blazing gaze urging her on.
The Hundred Illusions Demon King felt deeply uncomfortable and turned sideways, refusing to let Xiang Yuan look at her any longer.
There was no other reason. What he had just said was too disgusting. Other demons looked at her as if she were a cafeteria; Xiang Yuan looked at her... like he was looking at a latrine.
Out of discomfort, the Hundred Illusions Demon King withdrew her seductive arts and said coolly, "This king is searching for a way to break the formation. If you truly wish to save him, simply enter the formation yourself. But let me make this ugly clear first: this formation is exceedingly profound. It cannot be broken through brute force. Once you enter it, you will no longer be master of yourself."
Firstly, this was to tell the stupid and ignorant "Grand Duke"; secondly, it was to remind the three Demon Kings following close behind not to dream of picking peaches. Even with half his body already in the coffin, the Yaksha King was not someone they could take down alone.
If they wanted to pick the fruit, fine—once the Yaksha King breathed his last, they would have all the time in the world to discuss it slowly.
The three Demon Kings all had some brains and knew that Hundred Illusions made sense. They fixed their eyes on the scene, searching for a way to break the formation.
Don't be idiots. This Three Talents Grand Formation could only be broken from within; its weak point was not outside at