Who would have thought that the defensive light barriers, which usually seemed exceedingly sturdy and could not be blasted apart even with ordinary Fireball Talismans, would be so fragile within that blood-black mist? The instant the mist touched the barriers, tiny "sizzling" sounds rang out. Minute breaches were corroded into the barriers, and as the mist surged in, those breaches rapidly widened.
In merely a few blinks of an eye, the defensive light barriers around the many disciples had been completely corroded away, and the mist was about to invade their flesh.
"So powerful!" The disciples were terrified. The yellow talismans in their hands flew out without pause, thickening their defensive barriers again and again in an attempt to stop the mist's corrosion. Yet no matter how many talismans they had, they could not delay the mist in the slightest. The glow around the disciples flickered on and off; once their yellow talismans were exhausted, it would be the moment they perished.
Meanwhile, Yin Meng brought out the Azure Shuttle. A trace of coldness flashed through her eyes as she formed a hand seal and pointed. "Go!" The Azure Shuttle streaked through the air in a faint arc, stabbing toward Chang Huan. Chang Huan did not panic, nor did he take out a magic artifact. He merely shook the formation flag in his hand again, and the mist, which had already thinned, thickened once more and blocked the Azure Shuttle.
This is troublesome! Xiao Hua watched from afar, his brows tightly furrowed. When he had first met Chang Huan, Chang Huan had only just reached the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation. Yet in these few years, Chang Huan had actually advanced to the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation. Clearly, his cultivation had soared only after joining the Heavenly Demon Sect.