"Run? Who's running?" Everyone froze at Dong Santong's shout and hurriedly looked his way.
The Devastation Devil Lord's current appearance could only be described as miserable. His aura had weakened by more than half, and blood covered his entire body. His fiery red hair looked as though it had been torn out, and patches of bluish purple mottled his skin, seemingly from frostbite. The blue ice encasing him, however, had vanished. He was shooting upward at tremendous speed.
"Xiao Ya!" Zhang Cai suddenly shouted at Li Xiaoya. "Go help San Tong finish off that old devil! Leave this to me!" As he spoke, his hands rapidly formed seals, moving so dazzlingly fast that no one could make out their motions. With each gesture, the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning within the formation grew fiercer.
"What's going on?" Trapped inside, the Sting Demon General froze in shock at the scene before him. He suddenly found himself over an ocean lashed by violent winds, torrential rain, thunder, and lightning. Surging waves churned beneath him, while dark clouds blanketed the sky. Countless bolts of lightning flashed overhead, and freezing rain mixed with hail poured down. The relentless howling wind made it difficult for him to hold steady in midair.
"This is a formation?" The Sting Demon General suddenly realized what had happened. Wasn't this precisely the sort of formation that gave demons the worst headaches? Panic stirred in his heart. Still, he was an old devil with profound cultivation. He immediately steadied his mind and swept his divine sense around, attempting to find a weakness in the formation.
Those outside the formation saw only a vast light barrier shrouded in white mist enclosing the Sting Demon General. Outside it, Zhang Cai continuously formed seals and chanted incantations, sending streak after streak of light