It Couldn't Have Been the Demon Suppression Office

At his command, the hundreds of warrior monks finally came to their senses.

They were disciples of a major Longyou sect, after all. Though shaken, they did not panic.

"Ha!"

"Hah!"

Dozens of warrior monks wielding eyebrow-height staffs swiftly spread out, then closed ranks again, surrounding the four demons.

Staff shadows overlapped, their energies linked.

The Arhat Formation of Baosha Temple truly had some tricks to it.

These monks were no stronger than the String Hearing Realm, yet even a Great Demon in the Bone-Chiming Realm would be worn to death by wave after wave of attacks if trapped inside it.

However.

The creatures that had come tonight were not merely a handful of mindless demons.

Huff... huff...

Heavy breathing came from the mouth and nose of the largest wild boar demon.

It was Zhu Yan.

The red gleam in his eyes intensified. Then he abruptly spread his arms.

Hum—

An extraordinarily dense red mist erupted from him!

It came fast, carrying a sickly sweet, nauseating stench. In the blink of an eye, it engulfed everything for dozens of yards around.

"What is that?!"

"Watch out, it might be poisonous! Hold your breath!"

The warrior monks turned pale with alarm, and a ripple of confusion ran through their formation.

But the red mist was far more than poison gas.

"Aaaah—!!!"

A shrill scream suddenly rang out from deep within the mist.

Then came a second, and a third.

"What is this?! Let go of me!!"

"Help! Something... something's grabbing my leg!"

Countless blood-red whips, like tentacles, had formed within the roiling mist.

They reached out from the fog, slipping through every opening to coil tightly around the warrior monks' ankles, necks, and waists.

Once they caught someone, the bloody tentacles tightened with the force of pythons.

Crack!

The sound of