Inside the Secret Pavilion.
Seeing himself surrounded, the purple-robed cultivator's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he changed the hand seals he was forming.
He summoned a small black banner. Black mist immediately billowed out, and dozens of condensed souls materialized, radiating sinister ghostly energy.
The warrior guards' expressions changed at the sight. "A demon?!"
As far as they knew, warriors could never do anything like this. Only demons wielded such wicked arts.
But Dingyuan City had a Martial Saint armed with a Divine Weapon standing guard, barring demons from entering. This man looked to be only at the fierce upper tier, so how had he gotten in?
Could demons have stopped fearing the power of [Divine Weapons]?
The warrior guards were filled with shock and doubt, but the purple-robed cultivator paid their thoughts no heed. Changing his hand seals, he commanded solemnly, "All souls, heed my command! Form the [Soul-Rending Yin-Shifting Life-Extinguishing Formation]!"
He hurled the Soul Banner onto the ground.
In an instant, dozens of Banner Spirits shrieked and took their designated positions. Their yin energy linked together, and a sinister wind immediately rose. Bone-piercing cold spread as the light rapidly dimmed, blotting out the daylight.
The formation unleashed its formidable power the moment it took shape.
The guards felt their blood energy falter, as though they had sunk into a mire. Their movements became painfully sluggish, and even their boiling blood energy began to cool. They could clearly feel their vitality draining away.
The weaker guards' lips turned purple, and frost already rimed their brows.
"Die, demon!" The guard captain's eyes widened in fury. With his blood energy and strength rapidly fading, he put everything into a saber strike, but its power was greatly diminished. It failed to shake the formation in the slightest.
Yet the purple-robed cultivator