"After all the schemes and calculations, one still had to rely on oneself." Zu Hua had long seen through the mystery within.
He understood that he had become a pawn for the Demon Emperor to break free of the seal.
Zu Hua could do nothing about it, nor could he blame the Blood Heavenly Emperor for abandoning him.
He also knew that even if he accepted a portion of the Blood Heavenly Emperor's power, he was utterly unqualified to draw that person's notice.
Zu Hua knew that before that Demon Emperor, a pawn like him was insignificant.
Thus, he had to withstand the might of the grand formation and fight Ye Tian.
Yet Zu Hua did not believe he would lose.
The formation's restriction on him merely erased the advantage brought by the Demon Emperor's demonic qi. If fully unleashed, that demonic qi could easily intimidate late Heavenly Venerate cultivators.
Now, Zu Hua could only compete with Ye Tian using his own cultivation and methods.
With late Heavenly Venerate cultivation, he was brimming with confidence.
After all, he was an inner sect disciple of Rakshasa Hall. No matter what, he could not possibly lose to a mid Heavenly Venerate cultivator.
With that thought, Zu Hua gathered spiritual qi and focused his divine sense. Two mysterious talismanic seals flashed in his hands and vanished.
"The Dao of restrictions!" Sensing the binding force tearing through the air, Ye Tian's heart stirred.
He looked up, but Zu Hua had already vanished from his sight.
At this critical moment, Ye Tian did not immediately employ a spatial art.
The two restrictions arrived almost simultaneously, sealing off every route by which he could evade. Even a spatial art could not be used.
The restriction in front had even targeted the very spot where Ye Tian