The Holy Marshal was exceedingly cautious. After all, he had ventured deep behind enemy lines; no amount of care was enough.
Yet just then, he suddenly sensed something. His gaze pierced the Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Canopy—that so-called fireball of Calamity Baleful Force Aura—and saw two copper coins hurtling toward him from outside, growing larger by the moment.
"The Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coins!"
The Holy Marshal cried out in disbelief, "How is that possible...?"
One of the Netherworld Sacred Coins had been lost many years ago, leaving the pair incomplete.
The remaining Yin Coin had stayed in the hands of the Purple Dusk Demons. They had used it to deploy the Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Heavenly Curtain Formation several times, making the Eastern Glory Immortals suffer dearly.
Only when even the Yin Coin vanished without explanation had they been forced to forge the Seven Baleful Formation Disk as a substitute.
But now, without a sound, both Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coins had appeared before his eyes. A feeling like being trapped in a nightmare he could not wake from swept through him.
Before he could make a move, the Yin-Yang fish formed by the coins slammed hard into the Seven Baleful Formation Disk.
Heaven and earth shook. The enormous fireball of Calamity Baleful Force Aura hanging high in the air began to totter.
Inside the Holy Marshal's camp, chaos erupted. Even the table before him toppled to the ground.
A replica was still a replica. The substitute was not as perfect as the Netherworld Sacred Coins and inevitably had a few small flaws. Its power was barely more than half theirs.
Now, under the impact of the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coins, the Seven Baleful Formation Disk gave a sharp crack and split apart.
In that instant, a vast shadow fell over