The entire city of Liangzhu was tightly cupped under a black, translucent light barrier that was over ten thousand miles thick. With the city in the center, the multi-billion-miles-wide formation was fully activated. Streams of vast and bizarre forces slithered back and forth in the void like countless invisible great serpents, locking down the entire You Xiong Plain.
Nearly a thousand Supreme Towers suspended in midair, wantonly emanating a terrible, choking pressure. On each of the towers sat cross-legged a skinny old man who looked like a skeleton. Their eyes flickered with ghostly flames, and their bodies exuded the strong aura of the Ghost God. They did not look like living beings at all. The First Grand Elder of the Secret Palace, Baihuang Mo, was standing atop a Supreme Tower in the middle with a small pot of stinking concoction in hands, gnashing his teeth and jumping up and down while cursing something or someone furiously.
