This word 'Zhan' was plain and distant, carrying an incredible domineering aura, an incredible grandeur.
The black light almost immediately began to burn.
Fiercely and intensely.
The Great Elder of the Demon Sect's expression suddenly changed, and he urgently said: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
"Holy Daughter, leave quickly!"
Both of them were filled with dread, exhibiting their utmost absolute skill. Their dharma forms appeared, each stepping on the flowing wind, leaving behind residual shadows, trying to dodge an attack coming from an unknown direction.
The old white-haired man's expression was extremely furious. In this secret realm formation, you could see with the naked eye that layer of black light swirling and converging, and the old man's eyes showed deep reluctance.
This black light, drawn from countless believers over hundreds of years from the complex Western Regions, was the 'human fortune' of this Demon Sect.
