Yan Chihuo was undecided, but the drought demon saw it plainly. He threw back his head and laughed wildly. "Trying to leave? It won't be that easy. Beneath my Ten Thousand Woods Grand Formation, no matter where you hide, don't dream of concealing yourself from me!"
Hearing this, Yan Chihuo grew even more anxious. The Ten Thousand Woods Grand Formation was truly formidable, and the drought demon's words might not have been false. Though he possessed an Undying Body, if the other party destroyed him several more times and greatly depleted his magic power, leaving him unable to escape, the drought demon might truly be able to kill him once and for all.
Suddenly, he thought of the Five Peaks Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram. This is a treasure left behind by Lord Thousand Illusions in my previous life. It must possess extraordinary qualities. And it is a transformed spirit treasure as well—I may as well give it a try.
He formed a hand seal and shouted, "Zhu Qiao'er, where are you?"
As soon as his words fell, a woman in palace robes appeared in the air. She bowed to Yan Chihuo, then spun around and transformed into a painting. Mountains and waters filled the painting as it drifted gently downward.
Just as the drought demon was about to strike, the painting released a ray of rosy light that fell upon him. With a whoosh, it sucked the drought demon inside.
The ghosts and monsters present were stunned. Yan Chihuo had clearly been on the verge of defeat—how had he turned the tables in the blink of an eye? At last, a trace of a smile appeared on Snow Fairy's face. Yet at that very moment, Yan Chihuo's expression changed.
He could clearly sense that the drought demon was attacking wildly within