Xu Changqing folded his wings and, using the black smoke drifting through the mountains as cover, silently circled once.
Inside the cave entrance of Ring Mountain below, the Mo Clan's formation masters still surrounded the stone slab, utterly unaware that something hovered above their heads.
Xu Changqing was considering whether to sneak into the cave first to investigate or head to Azure Stone Ravine to find Han Xin when an unexpected commotion suddenly erupted below.
A black shadow shot out from the mountain's rocky wall, moving so fast that it compressed the air into a sonic boom.
A sweep of Divine Sense revealed a gaunt man clad in tattered black robes.
His gray-white beard and hair were tangled into clumps, and his withered face resembled a skeleton.
Only his eyes shone with startling brightness in the darkness.
The moment he appeared, a ring of eerie dark-green spiritual light exploded around him.
The pressure of the Nascent Soul Peak poured forth without restraint, crushing several lower-cultivation Mo Clan formation masters to the ground and leaving every one of them trembling.
Two Demon Kings covered head to toe in scales charged forward at once, their bone blades crossing as they slashed.
The gaunt man casually flicked his sleeve, and a gigantic palm condensed from dark-green light appeared out of thin air. Its five fingers were gnarled like dead branches, each wrapped in dense dark-red blood threads. Within those threads, countless distorted human faces could vaguely be seen wailing soundlessly.
The hand clenched gently, shattering both bone blades at once. The two Demon Kings spat demon blood and flew backward, smashing two deep pits into the rock wall before dying on the spot.
Not a single person or demon present could withstand even one exchange.
"Myriad Cries True Lord!"
"Is that the Myriad