On Azure Sky Peak, before the Founders' Hall.
Demon-Perishing Light rose and shifted. As daylight fell upon it, it was gradually twisted and unraveled, sinking into darkness.
The tall, imposing demonic silhouette still stood before the hall, maintaining its silence after that single utterance.
With Xu Xuan's description to guide him, Tiantuo now sensed something amiss as well. He merely whispered:
"Withering means peril, dispersal, and destruction. Thus, it can render divine abilities ineffective and incantations unresponsive. Should this demonic nature lose control, it could raze all of Heaven Province, turning it into a land of withering death where all spiritual potential has vanished."
"How do we send it away?"
Xu Xuan silently watched the scene in the hall, his expression unchanged. Using clear qi, he monitored the demonic nature beside him, but it remained calm and made no further move.
Suddenly, a clear peal of bells sounded in the distance, seemingly from the south. It carried an air of desolate, mysterious depth, causing the demonic nature to turn slowly, as though something had stirred within it.
At the southern edge of the sky, gloomy netherworld qi abruptly manifested. A shrieking ghostly wind swept toward them, descending upon Azure Sky Peak in an instant.
Netherworld light swirled as two figures stepped out of the void, one clad in black robes and the other in white, both dressed as ghostly bailiffs.
The two stood openly, making no attempt to conceal themselves. Waves of gloomy ghost qi rose around them, yet Liu Shu Han remained seemingly oblivious within the hall, as though deep in meditation.
The black-robed bailiff stepped forward. His face was black as the bottom of a pot, his body broad and stout, and a fierce, baleful air churned between his brows, inspiring dread at a glance.
Yet a deep