"Interesting. You're just the right ones to test the power of this hell artifact."
Xia Ping rubbed his chin, watching the group of ancient demons expressionlessly.
"Hmm?!"
In an instant, the prophet demon's expression changed. It seemed to have sensed fragments of the future, but the moment it tried to see more clearly, those images were instantly strangled by an inexplicably powerful force of fate.
It could not see even the slightest trace of those images. This was the first time something like this had happened.
Yet it could sense that this mysterious demon before it was dangerous—immensely dangerous. He was no ordinary demon.
But before the prophet demon could say anything, Xia Ping struck.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In an instant, the hell artifact, the Yin-Yang Soul-Locking Chain, sprang into motion under Xia Ping's control. It split into two chains, one yin and one yang, black and white respectively.
The two chains seemed to transform into black and white flood dragons, effortlessly merging into the void before darting out from another stretch of space.
In merely a few breaths, the chains seemed to pierce through an area hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide, forming an enormous cage that radiated the power of a domain and enveloped everything.
"Soul-Locking Spirit-Piercing."
Xia Ping remained expressionless as he circulated the immense mana within him and controlled the hell artifact.
"This is bad. Retreat, now."
The prophet demon's face changed drastically. It seemed to sense immense danger, as though death itself had arrived. Facing this mysterious demon felt like encountering an evil ghost or a Demon Abomination.
This demon before them was even more terrifying than evil ghosts and Demon Abominations. After all, evil ghosts and Demon Abominations had no intelligence and acted purely on instinct.
As long as one grasped the patterns behind