Red Moon Forest.
Between the withered giant trees, the blood-red moonlight cast an eerie, bewitching glow, yet it still could not conceal the complex inscriptions faintly emerging from the ground.
Inscription after inscription intertwined, arranged according to a certain pattern and etched across the desolate earth, emanating a terrifying pressure.
At the center where the array inscriptions converged, the might was especially dreadful.
All colors in the world had been shut out, and even the already sparse spiritual energy could scarcely draw near. Tree Venerable sat blankly within, the furrows on his face steadily deepening as time passed, making him increasingly aged.
With every breath, a portion of the blood and vitality throughout his body dissipated.
The entire blood-colored dead forest had seemingly become an intelligent Demonic Beast. Driven by the array, it was on the verge of draining Tree Venerable dry and turning this great expert of the Demon Race into withered wood!
Watching his friend grow older and older, nearly at death's door.
Guo Jiannan, standing outside the array, was filled with anxiety as he continuously circulated his spiritual power to undo the array cores.
Yet this array was simply far too complex.
Even though he did not dare waste a single breath and was exhausted to the point that his forehead was covered in sweat, he had only undone three array cores, still far from meeting the condition of ten strands of Ancient Desolate Power needed to break the array.
Seeing that half an hour had already passed, Guo Jiannan grew even more frantic.
When he looked up and saw that Tree Venerable's situation had worsened, he broke out in a cold sweat. His friend was suffering before his eyes, while Brother Yi was holding back disaster behind him. Yet he, the one bearing everyone's hopes, was