And so, he decisively made his choice.
Qing Chen abruptly activated the demonic banner, sending the fifty-foot-tall Pojun White Bone Demon God straight toward the maze where Liu Lie and Cao Zheng were.
At the same time, Qing Chen vanished from the spot in a flash.
Though Demon Seed Divine Sense was powerful at concealing his aura, once he began fighting,
the mystic art would struggle to maintain its full effectiveness, making it easy for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators to see through it.
Moreover, Qing Chen had a dharma artifact that concealed his appearance.
But he had no spirit artifact that concealed his appearance. Such spirit artifacts could only be found by chance, not sought at will, and were extremely expensive.
Against cultivators who had reached minor attainment in the Foundation Establishment early stage, wearing only a disguise dharma artifact was no different from wearing nothing.
During an intense magical battle, a dharma artifact could block the divine sense of Qi Refining Stage cultivators, but could not possibly stop a full-force scan by a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator's divine sense.
Thus, Qing Chen simply did not conceal his face or aura.
Besides, once he used his signature Three Yin Sword Formation, even a pig would guess he was Qing Chen.
When he appeared again, his figure emerged like a phantom amid the distorted space.
He stared coldly at Chang Zhan, who was trapped in the maze, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
Chang Zhan's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in disbelief, "Qing Chen? How could it be you?"
Qing Chen did not answer, merely forming seals rapidly with both hands.
In an instant, three chilling streaks of sword light shot from his fingertips, weaving into an airtight net of blades.
It was none other than the