The Tear Demon was a demon creature formed from resentment. Its innate demon power could also reinforce the Divine Soul through resentful thoughts, but before Tu Shan Tong's Heaven-Mystifying Eye Technique, it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Its consciousness quickly sank completely, and it fell unconscious.
Tu Shan Tong smiled faintly and swept her sleeve. An exceedingly fine white silk net flew out from the nearby void.
This white silk net was her most prized Magic Treasure. It could merge into the void, making it difficult to detect, and it contained the illusion power she had painstakingly cultivated for many years. As long as an enemy touched the net, they would fall into an illusion.
Tu Shan Tong swept up the Tear Demon with her sleeve and shot toward Yuan Qiu on the other side. The distance between them rapidly closed.
Yuan Qiu's expression changed drastically. With a flick of one hand, he sacrificed a small black pouch from his palm. Countless black flying scorpions swarmed out, forming a black insect cloud a hundred zhang wide in the blink of an eye as it swept fiercely toward Tu Shan Tong with terrifying force.
Tu Shan Tong did not care in the slightest. She formed a hand seal and waved her hand, and the white net descended again.
The moment the flying scorpion army touched it, they immediately lost their ability to move. Countless insect corpses fell in a dense rain.
Yuan Qiu's scalp went numb. These flying scorpions were a kind of spirit insect he had secretly bred. Their bodies were incomparably hard, and they feared neither flames nor poison, yet before Tu Shan Tong, they had proven so utterly vulnerable.
Before Yuan Qiu could make another move, Tu Shan Tong flashed into view. She