Where the iron hook passed, each of the Old Demon Ji was torn to pieces.
Yet immediately, more Old Demon Ji figures attacked from all directions, seemingly endless.
Mo Tusheng observed, and with one hand formed a spell.
A ring of Yin Corpse Demon Fire appeared again, burning towards all directions, extinguishing the army of Old Demon Ji in an instant.
He watched this scene, frowning, muttering to himself.
"Illusion Array?"
With that thought, he flipped his hand and took a black stone from the Storage Bag, holding it in his mouth.
With the black stone in his mouth, the scene before his eyes changed dramatically.
The figures of Old Demon Ji all turned to flying ash and disappeared, his Divine Sense scanned, looking around.
Yet... still no trace of Old Demon Ji!
The vast street was empty, not a sign to be seen.
Knowing something was amiss, he raised both hooks, crossing them before him, then spat out the stone, positioning it between the hooks.
