"Ha ha ha, stop struggling futilely—refine!"
Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame looked utterly crazed as he savored the incessant screams coming from within the great formation. The speed of his hand seals increased further, and the two ancient formations of heaven and earth spun ever faster, suppressing every living thing within them.
Yet just as he thought it was all finally coming to an end, an incomparably familiar aura instantly extinguished his frenzied emotions. He suddenly lowered his head, staring uncertainly at the point where the Light Pillars converged below. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered, "How is this possible? How can he still be alive?"
The milky-white flames gradually faded away, and amid the fiery threads, a faint halo appeared before Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's eyes. Within that halo stood Xiao Yan, the Pill Tower Ancestor, and everyone from Soul Hall and the others. Though they looked somewhat disheveled, they had unexpectedly suffered no serious injuries.
"This is..."
The crowd looked at one another, clearly unable to understand what had happened. Some who had already prepared themselves for death were so drained that they sat down on the ground.
"Xiao Yan?!"
Young Girl's startled cry shattered the silence. Everyone hurriedly turned to look, only to see Xiao Yan standing among the crowd. His open eyes were hollow and vacant, yet covered in a layer of milky-white radiance. A halo surrounded his body, and the milky-white flames drifting through the air, upon approaching him, actually circled around him joyfully as though they had encountered their master.
"Netherworld Demonic Saint, how can you still be alive?!" Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's earth-shaking roar shattered everyone's doubts.
"What?!"
At those words, nearly everyone felt their scalps explode. How could this legendary supreme expert, who had supposedly fallen thousands of years ago, suddenly appear