Behind the main hall, on another relatively small plaza, beside an altar that had risen from the ground, sat a cross-legged man in a purple-gold Daoist robe. He held a circular formation disk in his hand. It was Yuan Tiangang.
His eyes were tightly shut. A ring of light floated beneath him, enveloping his entire body. One hand cradled a white jade formation disk densely engraved with runes, while the fingers of his other hand were pressed together against the center of the disk.
Pure Magic Power within him condensed into streaks of multicolored radiance that continuously flowed into the circular formation disk.
Not far from him, another figure dressed in grayish-white robes battled a pitch-black demon. He wielded a Peachwood Sword in one hand and held an Octagonal Bronze Mirror in the other.
His features were exactly the same as Yuan Tiangang's. A layer of white phantom light enveloped his body, making him appear divinely radiant.
The demon fighting him had the upper body of a Human Race man, but its lower body was a snake tail more than ten feet long. It supported him as he slithered nimbly over the ground, swift and agile.
He gripped a pair of oddly shaped Black Jade swords. Each slender blade had two forked branches, wrapped in crackling currents of black lightning.
The demon's long hair hung loose. Far from ugly, he was extraordinarily handsome, with a wicked smile always on his face. His aura was immensely powerful, already close to the Taiyi level.
Dozens of corpses lay strewn around the two of them. They had all been elite subordinates from both sides, and every one of them had perished.
"Yuan Tiangang, if you ask me, you should just give up on that Four Symbols Celestial Timing Formation. Using an External Incarnation