The ground of the altar was covered in a massive rune array, its densely packed runes like countless tadpoles spread across the floor. At the very center of the altar stood a great cauldron, while four smaller cauldrons occupied the four corners of the platform.
Many of the Yin-Yang Sect's divine generals became flustered after being brought here, but it was already useless. In the blink of an eye, every divine general of the Yin-Yang Sect had been locked to those bronze pillars, unable to struggle in the slightest.
The great cauldron at the altar's center and the four smaller cauldrons in its corners were lit. Ghostfire-green flames rose from all five cauldrons. The green blaze in the central cauldron in particular soared more than ten feet high, casting a jade-green glow over the ashen faces of the Yin-Yang Sect divine generals bound to the bronze pillars around it.
"What do you want? I am the Yin-Yang Sect's sect master. Come at me if you have anything—let them go!"
Ying Canghai, bound to a bronze pillar, turned his head and shouted at Steward Si, Zhang Tie's incarnation. At his cry, quite a few Yin-Yang Sect divine generals looked at him with admiration. Their gazes seemed to say only a few words—worthy indeed of being the sect master!
"Don't bother shouting. It won't do you any good. Not one person from your Yin-Yang Sect will escape, you included. In the end, you will only become our puppets!" Zhang Tie said in a sinister voice.
Though Zhang Tie did not know whether the entanglement between Ying Canghai and Xue Yuxiu was true or false, for Ying Canghai to roar like this at such a time was thirty percent the responsibility of a sect master and seventy percent calculation. What use did saying