Outmaneuvered by One Move

A few breaths later, Li Yan's figure had already vanished from the room.

The formation restrictions activated in the inn room remained unchanged, without the slightest ripple of aura leaking out, as though no one had passed through the restrictions and left. Naturally, no one noticed.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight had appeared on the eastern horizon, and the entire town was still caught between sleep and waking.

In the rear courtyard of Hundred Paths Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the space suddenly distorted slightly. A gray figure, hovering between substance and illusion, stood in the courtyard.

The gray figure was Li Yan. After standing silently in the courtyard with an expressionless face for a while,

his Divine Sense detected no one probing this place. His exceedingly faint figure swiftly vanished, blending into the hazy dawn sky.

In a bedroom in the rear courtyard, the black-clothed middle-aged man sat with his eyes closed, breathing in and out as spiritual energy gently surged around him.

With every breath he took, the spiritual energy extended and contracted toward his body.

A faint devilish aura emanated from the black-clothed middle-aged man. This devilish aura was extremely pure; it was authentic devil source power.

At that moment, an exceedingly faint phantom abruptly appeared behind the black-clothed middle-aged man.

Yet at such close range, the black-clothed middle-aged man was utterly unaware of the intruder's appearance and continued to breathe in and out slowly.

Li Yan gazed coldly at the black-clothed middle-aged man. He could sense that the devilish aura emanating from him differed from that of the devil cultivators on the Desolate Moon Continent.

More precisely, it differed from the devil cultivators of the Black Devil Race. The devilish aura on the black-clothed middle-aged man lacked a savage, bloodthirsty presence, instead giving off a heavy