Inside the Dali Temple, a purple haze surged skyward, filled with murderous aura.
A column of purple Hao Qi rushed into the sky, taking the form of a long knife and pointing directly at the vault of heaven!
The imposing aura was formidable and overwhelming, as if it were to slice the world apart, sweeping away every evil object with an unstoppable force.
The knife intent emanating from Li Xuan's prison cell was like countless peerless sharp treasures, irresistible, slashing through every substance. This made it extremely difficult for the evil spirits to even get within thirty feet; if they crept any closer, their bodies would be torn to shreds, slashed apart!
At the bottom of the Dali Temple, an old man surnamed Cao looked up in awe. Despite being shackled by many chains and nailed with as many as eighty Zhenyuan Nails, he was still able to see through the layers of stones and glimpse the scene above.
