Outside the formation, Blood Demon Youquan sensed that Zhang Qi had already been trapped within it, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
Unlike sword formations that pursued ultimate lethality, the formation centered on the [Primordial One Qi Supreme Purity Divine Talisman] was fundamentally about "trapping" and "ensnaring."
Even if that man held a supreme treasure like the Haotian Mirror, capable of seeing through falsehoods, escaping this formation distilled from Emei Sect's thousand years of Dao techniques would not be accomplished in a short time.
And what he needed most right now was time.
The next moment, a scarlet gleam flashed through Blood Demon Youquan's eyes.
He moved.
His target was not any of the distant battlefields, but his ally at his side—Adam.
Squelch.
A blood-red hand burst through Adam's chest from his back, its five fingers clutching his still-beating heart.
"You—"
Adam lowered his head and stared at the hand protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.
He could not understand why this was happening now.
"Did you really think I didn't know about your little tricks?"
Youquan's voice was calm, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. "Goodbye, my friend. Become the final stepping stone for my ascent to sainthood."
Before his words had even faded, blood-red mana spread wildly from that hand like living vines, instantly swallowing Adam's entire body.
Countless fragments of Adam's memories and streams of data surged like a breached flood, washing over Blood Demon Youquan's soul.
Just as he had expected, all intelligence concerning the "Upper Realm" was protected by an insurmountable barrier.
But even so, he had obtained what he wanted—
"Haha—so that's how it is. You really did hold something back!"
Blood Demon Youquan let out a low laugh. He released