System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

However, just as the disciples under Evil Dragon Mountain were about to unleash their natal magic weapons, the scene instantly became tense.

The magical artifacts they unleashed were of various shapes and sizes; some gleamed with a cold light and barbed, seemingly capable of tearing through space.

Some of the blood-red cauldrons emitted an eerie light, seemingly possessing the power to devour everything. Under their control, these magical treasures roared towards Chen Xuan and his companions, intending to trap them in a desperate situation.

The dashing senior brother who was issuing orders, however, had a hint of cowardice in his eyes. His gaze swept across the battlefield, and when he saw Chen Xuan's calm and composed back, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he waved his hand sharply. The previously impenetrable outer array of mist was forcibly torn apart by a mysterious force, instantly creating a deep opening.

Without even a second's hesitation, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and fled out of the formation like a ghost, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

"go!"

Although Chen Xuan had his back to the cultivators of Evil Dragon Mountain, his divine sense spread like an invisible net around him. Under the cover of this powerful divine sense, no subtle movement could escape his perception.

He took in the entire scene: his flirtatious senior brother's escape and the panic of his disciples.

"If I didn't want you to die comfortably, you would already be corpses a thousand miles away." Chen Xuan's voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

As he gently stroked Zi Mo's long, silky hair, his mind raced like lightning.

In an instant, with a crisp "whoosh," a small cloth banner appeared out of thin air.

The banner radiated a blinding, blood-red light, and the runes on it exuded an aura that shook the very soul. Upon its appearance, it completely ignored the numerous obstacles of the surrounding array, instantly hovering above the canyon in an manner that transcended the rules of the land.

"Blood Cloud Formation!" With a low shout from Chen Xuan, the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner, a terrifying magic weapon that had been sealed away for a long time since Chen Xuan destroyed Xiao Rizi, reappeared in the world.

"Wow—"

It was as if an invisible hand had torn a hole in the sky, and endless blood clouds instantly spread out like a surging tide. The blood clouds covered the sky and sun, turning the entire sky into a sea of ​​blood. Under the reflection of the blood clouds, the entire valley was shrouded in a thick layer of bloody aura.

This aura seemed almost tangible, pressing down on one's nerves and sending a chill down one's spine.

Zi Mo and Tian Xing had never seen such a terrifying, evil treasure before. Their eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and fear. Involuntarily, they slowly raised their heads, gazing at the sky filled with blood-red clouds.

When they saw the huge banner in the sky, faintly glowing with blood-red light, the two felt a chill run from their feet to their heads, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, causing them to shiver.

Faced with this banner, Zi Mo and Tian Xing felt like ants. Just being within the range of the Blood Cloud Array made them feel as if their blood and souls were being forcibly extracted and taken away.

"Soul Capture!" Chen Xuan didn't even look up; his lips parted slightly as he uttered just two words.

However, these two words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoing throughout this space.

As soon as those two words were uttered, the previously calm blood cloud instantly boiled over.

Suddenly, sixteen black soul-capturing chains, formed from dense blood-fiend energy, fell from the blood-red cloud that had previously covered an area of ​​a hundred miles.

Each of these chains was as thick as an arm, and their surfaces shimmered with a dark red light, as if they had been soaked in blood for countless years.

Like nimble venomous snakes, or even seemingly alive, they spread at incredible speed toward the fleeing cultivators of Evil Dragon Mountain.