"Emperor Taizu of Great Yin, Yun Zhao?!"
Hong Yuan's gaze flickered. The mental power this avatar carried was relatively weak, preventing him from discerning more of the underlying truth, but he already had some suspicions.
Even if Long Zhao was not Emperor Taizu of Yin, he likely had countless threads of connection to him.
As these thoughts turned in his mind, the seal in Long Zhao's palm blazed with radiance like the midday sun at the heart of the battlefield. The many phantom demonic beasts swirling toward him vanished like smoke beneath its light.
Roar! Roar!
The nine dragon shadows circling the seal roared. Their faint outlines rapidly solidified, and their flying scales and claws raised a terrifying aura as they lunged out to kill.
An almost human expression of panic appeared on the Human-Faced Spider's beautiful face. With a strange shriek, it turned into black smoke and tried to flee.
But the nine dragon shadows came too quickly. In an instant, they plunged into the billowing black smoke. Amid an unbroken chorus of dragon cries, the Human-Faced Spider let out piercing screams. Flesh and blood splattered, severed spider legs flew, and the third-tier demonic beast scrambled out in a sorry state.
Its beautiful face was covered in cracks, trembling like fragile porcelain.
High Person Tian Luo's face instantly went deathly pale. Although the Spirit Controlling Sect's unique beast-controlling methods strengthened his combat prowess, injuries to his spirit beast also took their toll on him.
"How can he be so powerful?" High Person Tian Luo could no longer maintain his composure. Shock filled his eyes.
"Nothing is impossible. I told you long ago that I never singled out your Spirit Controlling Sect. My target has always been the entire Cultivation World."
Long Zhao spoke evenly, without any fluctuation in emotion.