Inside the grand formation.
Before the Yang Soul Evil Lord could recover from the suffocating barrage of attacks, the scenery around him changed, as though the stars themselves had shifted.
"A formation!"
With his discerning eye, how could he fail to recognize where he was?
What the Yang Soul Evil Lord had not expected was this.
Not only was Qin Shujian astonishingly powerful, he was also proficient in formations.
"When did the human race produce a powerhouse like you?"
Looking at Qin Shujian's peerless presence, the Yang Soul Evil Lord cried out involuntarily.
By now, he was grievously wounded. His body had split open, blood pouring out in streams. With his demonic qi completely dispersed, he could only rely on his body's slow, natural healing.
As for his injuries...
The Yang Soul Evil Lord no longer cared.
Evil fiends were undying and indestructible, after all. At worst, he would return to the sunless depths of the Demon Abyss.
Compared to that, Qin Shujian's formidable strength concerned him far more.
A powerhouse who had condensed four cosmic heavenly locks.
The Yang Soul Evil Lord remembered encountering one before. That human had been so powerful that no ordinary evil fiend could stand against him.
Even now, the memory still filled him with lingering dread.
That had been his first journey out of the Demon Abyss, yet he had encountered a human powerhouse of that caliber. It had also been his first time being slain and reborn in the Demon Abyss.
That was why...
The Yang Soul Evil Lord remembered it so vividly.
The feeling Qin Shujian gave him now seemed to take him right back to that moment.
The same four cosmic heavenly locks, the same utterly overwhelming strength.
The Yang Soul Evil Lord could even foresee that once Qin Shujian reached