Outside, the White Emperor's arrival had abruptly turned the tide!
"A... a Golden Core demon?! How is that possible!"
Through the formation, High Person Minghe sensed that utterly unconcealed pressure. His expression changed, his earlier calm vanishing and giving way to a trace of worry.
He had laid down this [Heaven-Sealing Void-Locking Grand Formation] to deal with Foundation Establishment demons. How could he have imagined that a genuine Golden Core demon lurked in this little Demon Grotto of the Profound Sun Realm!
Weren't the Golden Core beings in this world supposed to be mindless "calamities"?
No matter how he looked at that robed, middle-aged man, he hardly seemed empty-headed.
Moreover, the level of the man's existence vaguely gave him the feeling of facing a Golden Core cultivator. There seemed to be far more to him than met the eye.
While Ming He wavered between shock and doubt, the Golden Core demon opened his mouth and exhaled a demonic wind. Countless pallid silhouettes manifested, and the air turned bitterly cold.
Looking closer, those white silhouettes were actually human figures. From farmers and common folk to princes and nobles; from frail mortals to Intent Realm martial artists...
Whatever their identities in life, they had now become beings driven by the demon, hurling themselves without hesitation at the grand array and the tower.
"Senior Brother! The formation is being forcibly battered! It's overloaded!" a disciple cried in panic.
Ming He's face darkened. Through the screen of light, he stared at the increasingly arrogant White Emperor, countless thoughts racing through his mind.
Suddenly, the White Emperor seemed to notice something and jerked his head up. His gaze seemed to pierce through space, meeting Ming He's eyes directly!
A savage smile appeared on the White Emperor's face. "You are the so-called Immortal Ming He?" he