Because the earth spiritual energy here was excessively dense, Zhao Min failed to notice the slight changes in the sky during the first few breaths.
Qianji and Zi Kun had already learned from Zhao Min why Li Yan was injured: he had been wounded by a Nascent Soul cultivator.
After following Li Yan for so many years, this was the first time they had seen him with no path of escape, forced to flee into Tuban's space.
Whenever they thought of how Li Yan had provoked a Nascent Soul cultivator this time, the two demons still trembled with fear.
Thus, the moment the sky here displayed some unusual signs, Qianji felt that something must have gone wrong.
Outside, the white-haired young man's hands formed one afterimage after another. The flowing light within the white sphere emitted increasingly fierce white radiance.
It made this dense forest seem as though a sun had risen within it, illuminating layer upon layer of tree shadows and casting long slanting silhouettes across the ground. As the white sphere's light changed, those shadows constantly stretched or shifted sideways.
If not for the protective formation here, these strange phenomena would have long since drawn the prying eyes of others.
After three hours had passed, the white-haired young man's expression turned unsightly. That speck of dust at the center of the demon face's single eye merely gave off a faint yellow glow, with no other change whatsoever.
Even though he was merely refining it, he had already used nearly sixty percent of his magical power.
Any more, and the laws of heaven and earth of the Lost Continent would reject his true body.
Who was he? The White Devil Race's Grand Elder, a peak late-stage Spirit Transformation Realm expert. In this realm, while he could not be called