The blood-red brilliance that burst from the attic, sweeping across the city like a tide, affected all the major observing powers of the Demon Path.
Especially the several evil powerhouses, close to the center, whose protective formation techniques formed a light array that constantly trembled, all the cultivators were terrified, fearing that the formation would shatter and they would face tribulation.
In the distance, a short old man with white long hair, wearing a loose black robe, was full of vitality, with a smile in his eyes.
He stood on top of a tower, staring in the direction of the attic.
Seeing Han Ye transforming into a beam of light appearing in the original place, Zhang Yan laughed, "Do you think you can escape by using a talisman inscription?"
Zhang Yan took out a jade inscription about an inch long, pinched it between two fingers and aimed it at the sky.
Taking advantage of the power of the transmission talisman, Han Ye escaped and flew very fast, like a meteor.