Martial Master

Previously, Lou Zimo was bound by iron chains, leaving him little time to set up a formation. Now that Qin Chen had restrained the majority of the chains, he immediately freed his hands.

Buzz, buzz, buzz... A dense array of formations suddenly formed the Nine Heavens Star Formation, resembling the stars in the sky, densely packed and falling in an instant. He gestured with both hands, his fingers flicking rapidly, and illusions flickered continuously. One formation after another lit up, making everyone feel as though they were under a starry sky, layers of starlight falling and wrapping around the many chains in the great hall, the central iron pillar, and that black shadow.

"Nine Heavens Star Cloud Great Formation!"

Buzz, buzz! Countless starlights lit up, enveloping the entire hall and colliding with the myriad demon lock sky formation cast by the black shadow, erupting in dazzling starlight. Under the suppression of Lou Zimo's great formation, the demonic energy in the hall was being gradually subdued.

"Damn!" The black shadow roared in anger. It could feel that its control over the world had suddenly diminished by about one-tenth. Although this loss was minuscule, that part was gradually strengthening. This was a process of going against the current; if one did not advance, they would retreat.

"True Dragon Seven Seals!" Bang, bang, bang! Long Batian also jumped out, quickly pointing his fingers, and immediately, strands of true dragon aura pressed down, binding toward the black shadow.

"Get lost!" The black shadow roared, and with a bang, the true dragon aura exploded, unable to fall and suppress it. Long Batian's face turned ashen as he coldly said, "This person's aura is too strong; it's extremely difficult to seal him."

Gong Sunzhe and the others also took action, their expressions turning grim. Just as Long Batian said, with their cultivation, they simply could not seal this member of the Demon Tribe.

"Let me do it." At that moment, a cold voice sounded as the master of the Illusion Demon Sect flew out.

"Mystic Yin Symbol Array!"

Her fingers were long and slender, and as she flicked them, pitch-black nails appeared. A hazy yin energy danced at her fingertips before she suddenly pointed down!

"Bang, bang, bang..." Instantly, strands of black light fell, and every black light that landed around the iron pillar inscribed a dark rune, causing the black shadow's movements to stall. Then, she brought her hands together, and boundless yin energy erupted from her body, turning into whirlwinds that shot out. The entire great hall changed color, with endless black gas surging, but it was not the same as the demonic energy of the Demon Tribe; it was exceptionally enchanting.

"Who is this person?" Everyone gasped, looking at the master of the Illusion Demon Sect in horror. This yin energy was too strong, just like Qin Chen's flames. Standing nearby, they felt a chill throughout their bodies, as if they were about to be sealed. This was undoubtedly a top expert not weaker than them.

"An expert of the demonic path, who is it?"

"There are many demonic paths in the world: the Dead Demon Sect, the Illusion Demon Sect, the Heavenly Ghost Sect; the top experts all cultivate the demonic path. Which of the three major demonic sects is this person from?"

"This person seems to be a woman; could it be from the Illusion Demon Sect? But the Illusion Demon Sect is not deeply rooted, established only two or three hundred years ago. Even the deputy master of the Illusion Demon Sect is merely a Giant Wuzong. This person is so terrifying; could she be the extremely mysterious master of the Illusion Demon Sect?"

"Sneaky and secretive, what is her intention?"

Everyone's hearts were shaken. If it were any other time, they would have already questioned each other's intentions, but at this moment, no one dared to speak up; instead, they hoped her strength would be greater.

"Demonic Path Sealing!" With her palms gathered, she suddenly slapped down into the air. The master of the Illusion Demon Sect had a clear purpose; she was not aiming to harm the enemy, but to delay as much as possible. Her palms struck down, shaking the great hall.