"Thunder Talisman, Thousand Serpents!"
As the shout rang out, spirit patterns trembled across the void, threads of heaven-and-earth laws weaving through them. Boundless radiance burst forth, spilling immense lightning, and a talisman manifested at its center.
There were simply too many patterns.
Tens of thousands of Dao rhymes covered it, every single one incomparably profound, brimming with dozens or even hundreds of transformations.
Simply looking upon such patterns was enough to make one dizzy and disoriented. If one tried to capture them with divine sense, to comprehend them—or even master them—it would be enough to make cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, or even the Dao Attainment Realm, suffer cerebral overheating and brain damage.
This manner of transformation could no longer be understood through the principles of spells. What it displayed and intertwined seemed as though one were facing the Great Dao itself.
"Damn it!"
Bathed in yellow light, the leopard demon—one of the three commanders of the demons' Dao Mastery Realm—had gone green in the face, as though its gallbladder had burst.
It ran at a breakneck pace, scarcely daring to remain anywhere for more than 0.001 seconds.
Behind it and all around it, white serpents formed from lightning crazily closed in to encircle and slaughter it.
Faced with this sight, its heart had utterly collapsed. It wanted to curse at the top of its lungs, but it did not dare stop. The moment it stopped, something would happen.
To speak from the heart, if it could choose its opponent, it would rather face a human Dao Mastery Realm cultivator than this Dao Attainment Realm human whom the Demon King had personally issued a kill-on-sight order against.
It was not as though it had never seen human spells. It had even learned some.
Didn't believe it?
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