She tried to free herself from the restraint of the Soul-devouring Nail, but to no avail. Her limbs felt as if they were in an ice cave, extremely rigid.
At this moment, a green light struck the old demon cultivator, catching him off guard.
He had just been looking for traces of another person but found that the person had disappeared from his spiritual sense range.
Demon Path individuals are scorned by the Immortal Gate, they operate in the shadows, and are often careful. He had laid out a Formation Technique that converges spiritual sense here just now, so that he could be aware of anyone approaching.
The sudden disappearance of the other person was perplexing.
He waved his hand, the gesture changing, and the black magic power in his palm turned into a cloud of ghostly fire, scattered in every corner of this alley, leaving no place to hide.
"Hiss!"
A tearing sound came from the side.
