After an unknown length of time, the scenery before him suddenly changed, and Li Yunjing stepped into a strange space.
This place seemed to be another world within the heart of the devil domain. Flowing, dark blood-red hues filled the sky, countless white bones paved the ground, and a nauseating, sickly-sweet stench permeated the air.
An altar built entirely of twisted, writhing living flesh stood at the center of the space. At its summit, the fragment of the "Source of Ten Thousand Devils" trembled violently, locked in a tug-of-war with the projection of the "Myriad Demon Tower" above.
True Lord Youquan and Ghost Matriarch Youming, who was almost nothing but a remnant soul now, sat cross-legged beneath the altar. Their devil essence connected to it as they desperately sustained the formation's final core.
Seeing Li Yunjing charge into this forbidden core alone, both of them stared in disbelief and horror.
"You-you couldn't possibly have found this place!"
True Lord Youquan cried out involuntarily. The entrance to this forbidden core shifted constantly with the formation's operation. Even a grandmaster of formations would struggle to calculate its location in so little time.
With their profound cultivation, True Lord Youquan and Ghost Matriarch Youming should have had little trouble holding Li Yunjing and his companions off for a while. However, Li Yunjing had already gravely wounded them with his two Immortal Artifacts!
Now that the formation had failed to stop him and Li Yunjing had reached them, their situation clearly looked grim.
True Lord Youquan was slightly better off. Ghost Matriarch Youming's physical body had been shattered. Even without fighting, her aura had grown erratic, her strength exhausted. A battle to the death against Li Yunjing was out of the question.
"Hmph! In the art of formations, if I modestly claimed second place