Zhao Wuji performed a Secret Technique. A Demon Fog several dozen feet wide billowed out, swallowing Chen Chizhong.
He circled the Demon Fog, continuously casting his technique. A moment later, he too entered the fog, and all fell silent.
Fang Cheng and the Qianmu Demon King stood on either side, their expressions relaxed and composed.
Gao Mingxuan stood respectfully to the side, his expression placid. He remained silent, quietly waiting for the great Life Soul Cultivators to finish their work.
This Chen Chizhong only had an early-stage Life Soul cultivation. Though he came from a major sect and possessed some skill, the cultivation and heritage of Fang Cheng's trio were in no way inferior. Thus, they weren't worried about any mishaps.
Even the Qianmu Demon King, the weakest of the three, could completely handle this Elder of the Qiankun Saint Sect.
Two hours later.
The Demon Fog dissipated. Zhao Wuji stood in place, holding a jade slip, his gaze heavy.
