He kept feeling as though he had been thoroughly duped.
For a moment, humiliation turned to fury.
The space behind him kept twisting, two Dharma Forms on the verge of taking shape, but in the end, they slowly dispersed.
He did not dare!
Yes, he simply did not dare!
Before he had fully ascertained the Demon Venerable's strength, he would never dare act recklessly and provoke him.
Never mind the thick black fog between them-even without it, even if the demon did it openly, he could only watch and listen from the sidelines in grief and fury.
After a long while, the wails gradually weakened, as though all her strength had been drained, and even her voice had grown somewhat hoarse.
Then the fog slowly parted.
The scene within appeared before everyone.
Under everyone's gaze, the Demon Venerable stood expressionless, his black robes billowing, a cold sneer on his face, while at his feet-
She was lying on the ground, utterly distraught.
She looked dazed and bewildered.
A mighty Dharmakaya Realm expert had actually been tormented until she had not a shred of strength left.
As though reduced to a walking corpse, she staggered toward the Hehuan Sect Master.
She had yet to emerge from her previous state.
Fang Yang watched it all coldly, the black box still in his hand.
It rippled faintly, giving off waves of eerie, chilling light.
``` [Temptation Box]
[Once opened, it releases a mind-seducing fog that awakens the most primal desires in people's hearts, leaving them intoxicated and dazed, enslaved to the box.]
[Bewitching Eye]
[An ancient ocular technique. Once cultivated, it works like a demon's whisper, allowing the user to control those with weak minds, making them struggle in agony, temporarily lose consciousness, and sink deep into the torment of desire, leaving them