That was not all. There was also a room next door with the exact same setup. The only difference was that the object in the center of the formation in the room was dark green. The demonic marks were even more peculiar and shifted constantly.
Whether it was the hundred people in black in the outer circle or the twelve Soul Douluo-ranked experts in the inner circle, their bodies gradually shriveled due to their loss of energy. However, not a sound came from any of these two rooms.
Tang Sect.
Guo Xiaoxu had just settled a string of official duties. His gaze indicated that he was pondering something. At this moment, he heard a firm voice which was full of vigor.
"Xiaoxu, what are you thinking about? You're so intent on thinking. Why don't we go out for a drink?" Zhao Song, the hall master of Power Hall, one of Tang Sect's three outer halls, walked in from the outside. He caressed his bald head and chuckled.
