Before
The Saint Ancestor Yuansha had actually activated the spatial powers of the Black Wind Banner to seal off this pocket of space once more, trapping them all inside.
The young man surnamed Xu and the others all changed drastically in expression.
"Quick, teleport out!"
"Huh? Where's the person who just teleported in?"
"The teleportation formation has failed — it can't be activated!"
Several cries of alarm and fury rang out in succession, and most of the people began to panic.
His figure flickered, and he was already before the teleportation formation.
"Let me have a look!"
A spiritual seal immediately struck the edge of the formation, but the spiritual light merely flickered weakly once before dying completely, eliciting no further response.
At this point, the young man surnamed Xu and the Silver-Winged Yaksha had also gathered around, though neither of them was particularly versed in formations. Seeing
"What's going on? Is something wrong with the teleportation formation?"
"The formation itself is fine, but it's been sealed by the spatial force of the Black Wind Banner. Unless we shatter this space, or the owner of the Black Wind Banner willingly lifts the restriction, there's no way for us to teleport out."
"Shatter the space? How are we supposed to do that? Are you suggesting we kill that Saint Ancestor Yuansha? If we had that kind of power, would we be in such a hurry to leave?!" The Silver-Winged Yaksha grew alarmed upon hearing this.
"And what use is it telling me? Fortunately, this demon is currently focused on dealing with the person in the palace and has only trapped us for the moment — she hasn't gotten around to dealing with us yet. Let us think carefully and see if we can come up with some way to escape. As for complaints, I'd suggest you keep them to yourself."
The Silver-Winged Yaksha flew into a rage, a fierce glint flashing through his eyes, but he then recalled something and, after a cold snort, forcibly suppressed his anger, his gaze flickering as he fell into thought.
The young man surnamed Xu nearby also looked contemplative.
Just as
At this moment, aside from the several wind pillars beside her, the gale raging nearby had gradually subsided, and the surroundings, having first revealed a scene of utter devastation, were becoming gradually visible once more.
Although she had deployed the spatial powers, drawing on much of the Black Wind Banner's might, the Nine Truths Demon Subduing Grand Formation before her had already been destroyed. The remaining power should be more than sufficient to deal with the
As these thoughts passed through her mind, her gaze swept outward.
She could see the eight spirit beast phantasms continuously shattering and dispersing under the tearing force of the hurricane, only to reconstitute themselves under the
The robed woman's expression remained blank as she shifted her gaze, suddenly fixing it upon a figure atop the palace — that big-headed freak who, since the battle had begun, had remained nearby without departing, not daring to make any other move.
The foul winds from beneath the Black Wind Banner had been fierce, but the center of the palace had remained an untouched safe haven. This individual was completely unscathed.
A strange light flashed through the robed woman's bright eyes, and a pleasant voice issued forth:
"Fellow Daoist Ye, go and retrieve that
The big-headed freak's face stiffened at these words, a look of hesitation appearing on his features.
"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist? Afraid I can't guarantee your safety?" The robed woman chuckled softly, casually brushed aside the strands of hair at her forehead, and with a lazy gesture pointed toward the Ye family cultivators in the distance.
Those cultivators were currently deploying their protective treasures, clustered around the illusory figure of the white-robed scholar. The moment they saw the robed woman's gesture, they were seized with alarm.
Her slender jade finger moved!
But not a trace of spiritual light appeared at her fingertip — the robed woman seemed to have merely flicked at empty air.