Within the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Qin Luo was heaven itself. Although Wu Qi and the others were not inside prison cells, the tower still contained terrifying restrictions designed specifically for outsiders.
Runes emerged in midair one after another, arranging themselves according to a certain pattern and forming a powerful formation that enveloped Wu Qi and the others.
"Not good, this place is strange. Take this guy down first!" Wu Qi roared as he lunged fiercely at Qin Luo.
The unease in his heart had taken tangible form. He knew full well that the source of all this strangeness was Qin Luo. Only by capturing Qin Luo could they leave this place safely.
The Netherworld Wolf that charged out from behind Qin Luo had an even colder look in its eyes. "You dare ignore me?"
He was merely a World Lord. No matter how formidable his combat strength was, he had not reached Marquis Rank. In its eyes, he was nothing worth mentioning.
Even after suffering such grievous injuries, it still possessed mid-level combat strength among Immortal Realm Marquises.
It swiped out with a claw, and a massive black shadow enveloped Wu Qi. The claw was incomparably fast; Wu Qi could not react at all before it struck his chest. Boom! One claw shattered his defenses, and one claw sent him flying backward, leaving him severely injured.
Wu Qi's Divine Soul Realm nearly collapsed. He stared wide-eyed at the Netherworld Wolf and said in a trembling, terrified voice, "An Immortal... he is an Immortal!"
The three Departed Spirits behind Wu Qi had expressions that had turned grave to the extreme.
They had not expected to escape the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's jaws.
They had personally experienced Immortal Power. Their bodies had once been Immortal Realm beings, so they possessed