"Impressive!"
Among Lin Qi's subordinates, Mr. Mo and the Dragon Witch King were the most accomplished in the study of magic arrays. Squatting in the passage outside the prison cells, they periodically tore open small detection magic scrolls, tracing the faintest ripples of magical power in the air. Someone had opened a temporary spatial gate here—that was beyond doubt. But who possessed such skill?
Led by Arushiman, several elders of the Celestial Sprite Clan were wandering curiously about the area, squinting at the densely packed sealing divine runes on the walls. After roughly a quarter of an hour, Arushiman delivered a professional judgment—some kind of evil blood-sacrifice method. Only by sacrificing the blood essence and souls of at least a hundred million living beings could one use certain powerful holy artifacts to carve open such a spatial passage.
At the very moment Arushiman reached that conclusion, wisps of thin crimson mist suddenly sprayed out beside Mr. Mo and the Dragon Witch King. The faint mist curled and intertwined through the air, gradually turning into countless tiny runes that pieced themselves together into an arched spatial gate.
The position of this flickering, half-visible spatial gate was precisely where the gate through which Lin Guxing and the others had invaded the prison had originally stood. Using their unique secret arts, Mr. Mo and the Dragon Witch King had recreated the gate's original appearance. It was merely a phantom, however, and possessed no power of spatial transportation.
Arushiman and the Celestial Sprite elders hurried over. Their eyes widened as they stared at the detection magic scroll in Mr. Mo's hand, their eyeballs practically shining. To a Celestial Sprite, encountering a fresh, unprecedented alchemical technique was no different from placing a bloody slab of fresh meat before a starving wolf. The temptation was simply