At this moment, Mr. Zi no longer made any attempt at concealment. Demonic qi surged from his body, billowing through his wide sleeves as he charged directly at the Ancestral Dragon and Bai Chuan.
From afar, Nie Caizhu saw that the Sumeru Hall's Restriction had been broken. Sensing the upheaval of spiritual energy caused by the battle within, she immediately used an escape technique, leaving a trail of afterimages as she arrived at the entrance to the hall.
Standing outside, she saw the three of them fighting. Rather than joining them at once, she surveyed the hall's interior and soon noticed the Magic Formations still operating on the ground and pillars. Her brows furrowed.
Although she did not know the purpose of these Magic Formations, the black pillar of light from earlier told her that Mr. Zi could not have been up to anything good. She immediately flashed into the hall.
Before she even landed, she raised a hand. A beam of light shot straight from her palm toward a jet-black finger bone placed beneath one of the pillars.
Bang!
The jet-black finger bone exploded at once, releasing a cloud of black mist.
Yet the Magic Formation throughout the hall did not immediately collapse. Only the demonic qi that had originally flowed within it was cut off, while the dark light filling its formation lines dissipated and was replaced by azure light condensed from heaven-and-earth spiritual energy.
Huh? Wasn't that the formation core? Nie Caizhu was surprised, and light lit up in her palm again.
"Stop!" Seeing this, Mr. Zi shouted sharply and immediately tried to stop her.
Though the Ancestral Dragon and Bai Chuan did not regard Nie Caizhu as an ally, dealing with Mr. Zi was naturally their priority at this moment. How could they let him pass?