Yet Third Master Wan merely smiled calmly. "Tonghui, rest assured. Your Third Grandpa is a mid-rank Spirit-level battle formation master, and everyone around us is one of ours. Killing them will be effortless."
With that, Third Master Wan looked at the subordinates gathering around them...
"Most of the people are here. Now, I'll cut off the gathering of those little demon beasts."
The next instant, streams of true energy erupted from Third Master Wan's entire body, spreading out to envelop the people around him.
In an instant, a battle-killing formation belonging to Third Master Wan took shape. Then he shouted heavily, "Cut them off! Surround them!"
Rumble...
Third Master Wan issued his battle-killing command. The experts of the manor condensed streams of blade-like true energy, relentlessly slicing through the demon beasts under Sikong Jing's command...
At once, the little demon beasts that had still been gathering let out miserable cries before frantically retreating.
The little demon beasts were simply too weak. Faced with the terrifying battle-killing cuts, they could not advance another step. In other words, Sikong Jing's command over the little demon beasts ended here; the only beast troops he could use were those around him.
Seeing this, Sikong Jing's gaze turned icy, but his expression did not change.
The moment he saw battle-killing energy erupt from Third Master Wan, he had already guessed that this would happen.
This manor where Wan Tonghui resided was far less simple than it appeared on the surface.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing that the little demon beasts had finally stopped gathering, Wan Tonghui could not help letting out a wild, explosive laugh beneath his mask.
He stared fixedly at Sikong Jing and said, "You little bastard from the Eastern Plains, that Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation is impressive—but you're still walking a dead-end road."
As he spoke,