The Rakshasa God wanted to lop Cao De's head off with a single stroke, but he forcibly restrained himself.
Once he completed the High God's mission, he would make this mortal Soul Master wish he were dead!
The Rakshasa God exhaled a stale breath, his longsword pointing diagonally toward the ground.
"Rakshasa Seal!"
At the Rakshasa God's low cry, an ancient heavenly seal slowly emerged from the void, black mist swirling around it as though it could devour everything.
"Suppress!"
An ancient, weathered voice rang across the heavens. All sound fell silent, as though someone had pressed pause.
Cao De felt countless invisible chains bind his body, leaving him unable to move.
Nuomi Church Master suffered the same fate. The Rakshasa Seal hurtled toward the crimson Soul Ring Grand Formation high in the sky.
As long as that strange Grand Formation was destroyed, capturing Cao De would become exceedingly simple.
The Rakshasa God thought as much, divine power surging around him.
Just as the Rakshasa Seal was about to strike the Soul Ring Grand Formation—
Four figures stepped out of the Grand Formation, blood-red patterns emerging on their skin and red mist swirling around their bodies.
"Surround it!" Against the Shadow barked.
The other three instantly flew outward.
The auras surrounding the four abruptly changed, becoming one seamless whole. A hand reached out from the area they had formed.
The lines on its palm resembled mountains and ravines, a testament to its enormous size.
The gigantic hand seized the Rakshasa Seal as it hurtled downward, producing a booming thud.
Brilliant light flared across the enormous palm, and it crushed the seal in an instant.
The Rakshasa Seal dissolved into specks of starlight that scattered through the air.
At the same time, over a thousand Soul Masters across the continent instantly