BOOM! Space shuddered.
The Blood Demon, enraged by Ning Jiang, made a grasping motion with his large hand. His Domain Power surged forth, compressing the space around Ning Jiang from all directions.
Before an Earth Martial Realm expert, not even a Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm cultivator could resist, let alone Ning Jiang.
"Hmph."
At that critical moment, a cold snort echoed. Ning Jiang tossed his hand, and a scroll unfurled horizontally in mid-air. From within, an ancient voice slowly reverberated.
"If I hadn't left a few tricks up my sleeve, you would have truly caused a catastrophe."
The scroll was not large, and the image painted upon it was simple: an old Daoist in gray robes, his sleeves fluttering. He looked incredibly lifelike.
Just then, the scroll's surface erupted in a blinding, divine light. From within that radiance, the old Daoist's body slowly materialized.
"Break."
