"Hahaha, hehehe..." Within the Demon God Temple, the blood-red demonic pillars abruptly parted. An ancient demon god wreathed in towering demonic energy stepped out. "To think the Spirit Race still has a formation master, one who could even find the Demonheart Formation I painstakingly laid. Quite impressive. But boy, you cannot change a thing."
Every word struck like a heavy punch.
As those few dozen words rang out, echoes filled the cavern like wailing ghosts and howling demons. The Thousand-Spirit Saintess had now recovered completely and was even stronger than when her name had shaken the world, yet that voice, laden with boundless demonic might, still threw her spirit platform into chaos. Her whole body tensed. "Devil Master! You're the Devil Master himself!"
Only the Devil Master himself could throw her spirit platform into disarray with his demonic voice alone across two separate spaces.
Lin Xiaosu merely smiled faintly. "Can I really change nothing?"
"Hahaha!" The Devil Master laughed. "You've already seen that this formation's foundation isn't in your region at all. That lotus is merely a projection of the formation. Even if the sect master of the Ancient Wilderness Formation Sect returned from the dead, could he reach into my Demon God Temple?"
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess's heart sank to the bottom.
That was the crux of the problem.
Even she had seen that the formation had never actually been laid in this region. What existed here was merely the projection of the other side's Void-Piercing Formation.
Even with heaven-reaching abilities, one could only close this gateway and stop the demonic engine from dripping through, not use the enemy's formation to draw it back out.
Her husband's mastery of formations was indeed exquisite and profound, but he was no god.
There was still no way to carry out the race's