Qing Chen stood atop the ruins of Yin Tiger City, dark Magic Power flickering at his fingertips.
Sealing Talismans drifted like snowflakes from his Storage Bag, sealing the remains of the cultivators and martial artists one by one before he packed them into a High-Grade Storage Bag, filling it to bursting in an instant.
Through the formation-control Command Token, he already knew that some people had opened a breach with Formation-Breaking Talismans and were trying to escape this Hunting Ground.
Yet Qing Chen was in no hurry. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Outside the island, there's still the High-Grade Second Tier Three-Life Bewildering Trail Formation, an Island-Trapping Grand Formation bestowed by the Sect," Qing Chen murmured, a cruel light flickering in his eyes.
"No cultivator giving off Spiritual Power fluctuations within the Three-Life Bewildering Trail Formation can hide. Not a single one of you will escape!"
With that, he waved his hand lightly. Demon Soldiers and Grudge Ghosts poured out like a tide, formed ranks, and pursued the fleeing cultivators.
At this moment, blood baleful energy as thick as ink enveloped him tightly. It was the perfect opportunity to continue cultivating the fourth layer of the Mingwang Scripture.
Time was pressing; he could not delay too long.
Qing Chen silently recited the Mingwang Scripture's mental formula, activating his divine sense and Magic Power.
The resentment and blood energy throughout the city converged on him as though summoned.
Enduring the waves of excruciating pain from within his body, he circulated his Magic Power, continuously refining and compressing the resentment and blood energy until they became crystalline drops of blood-colored liquid.
These liquids contained the entire city's resentment and the essence of its Blood Baleful Intent, treasures essential to cultivating the Mingwang Scripture.
Qing Chen collected them one by