The Myriad Demons Sect's formation spread out, trapping Chen Yuan at its center. He showed little fear, merely tapping his forehead.
I really was careless.
The Rivers and Seas Alliance and the Day-Changing Alliance had only just made their move, so the enemy could certainly deduce that he had to be in one of those two places.
On the return trip, Lu Chuanshan had deliberately left the Rivers and Seas Alliance's flag down to avoid drawing attention. But its ships were conspicuous on the waterways; people could recognize them even without a flag.
Most likely, someone on the river had spotted the alliance's warship after word arrived and passed on the news. That was how Xu Baiwei had pinpointed his location.
He had chosen the water route for its speed and forgotten just how conspicuous it was.
Xu Baiwei might have seemed reckless and mad, but that did not mean she was brainless.
The Myriad Demons Heaven-Subduing Formation was already in place. In an instant, surging demonic qi rolled toward Chen Yuan, threatening to crush him.
This formation was one of the Myriad Demons Sect's core formations. At its peak, it had required more than ten thousand top demonic-path experts to set it up. Generations of the sect's masters had later simplified it until a minimum of ten Origin Pill Realm masters could deploy it, yet its power remained astonishing.
"Chen Yuan! Come and die!"
Xu Baiwei's lovely face had twisted into a snarl, her eyes filled entirely with boundless hatred.
She had been trapped by love all her life, and her resentment ran deep. Raising her only son to seek revenge on his birth father had become her sole obsession.
Then Chen Yuan had killed that son. Xu Baiwei had nearly lost the will to live, and killing Chen