Members of other sects nodded in agreement, as well; they all knew that the situation had far exceeded their control. They looked at the elder's silhouette with both awe and gratitude filling their hearts. They were aware that if it were not for the elder's presence, they would likely have perished in the Yellow Springs by now.
The elder was fully engrossed, chanting the spell; his hands traced complex trajectories in the air, as if weaving a vast net. This net, composed of countless runes, each flickering with blinding light, seemed to contain infinite power.
As the chant progressed, the net gradually materialized and began to shroud the corpse of the evil cultivator. The body, as if sensing something, started to tremble violently, the Demonic Qi becoming denser and more ferocious.
