Xu Guang's demonic thoughts invasion made Mu Yusheng truly feel threatened for the first time.
It was not an ordinary spiritual attack, but an erosion of the Dao foundation, a tearing sensation of the harmony between the cultivator and the heavens and earth.
The Dao Lamp shadow above Mu Yusheng's head flickered uncertainly, the bean-sized lamp light struggling to cast a clear glow amidst the darkness of the demonic thoughts.
"What a Demon Dao technique!" Mu Yusheng's voice no longer carried the previous warmth, now tinged with a cold anger, "To think the demon hunters of the Northern Polar Six Institutes would practice such evil arts!"
Before the words could fully fall, he suddenly clasped his hands, and with the change in finger gestures, the Dao Lamp shadow suddenly expanded, its light spreading outward like a tide.
"Netherworld Dao Lamp, break through illusions!"
