The Bronze Grand Hall!
That was how the Bronze Grand Hall, which held the Demon Lord's heart, had been bound.
Qin Ran had no way of knowing where the Shepherds of the Dead had found this magic array.
They might have gone to Alcatraz Prison, or it might have come from their own legacy.
But there was one thing he could see for himself: [Demon Transformation] had turned gray and become temporarily unusable.
Everything was just as he had expected.
"Lord Deathbird, you are even more reckless and ignorant than I imagined!"
"Did you really think we wouldn't make preparations after learning that you possessed a demon bloodline?"
"This is the Demon-Sealing Array. Never mind demon bloodkin-even a true demon would struggle to escape!"
"Now, are you ready?"
Leiter had clearly misunderstood the reason for the surprise on Qin Ran's face. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he burst into triumphant laughter.
Behind him, the members of the Shepherds of the Dead pulled off their robes.
They revealed leather armor branded with fireproof magic arrays, along with blessed weapons.
There were shortswords, longswords, spears, and halberds.
Their equally pallid faces showed their disgust for these blessed items.
But when they looked at Qin Ran, bloodthirsty savagery joined that disgust.
The two entirely different expressions intertwined, giving their pallid faces a strangely twisted look.
And as they slowly surrounded Qin Ran, the scene became stranger still.
The dead wielded holy blades to slaughter a Flame Demon.
To ordinary people, this would have been utterly inconceivable.
Yet in the banquet hall, everyone eagerly awaited it.
The members of the West Coast's mystery side no longer trembled. Every one of them watched intently as Qin Ran stood on the verge of being chopped into pulp.
Even Barry, who had been on the verge