Holy Maiden Pavilion.
Chen Longxiang naturally caught Xiao Yi's voice as well.
At this moment.
He stood arrogantly before the Seal Demon Stele, gazing at Fang Qingzhu, who was suppressed beneath it and unable to move. His face twisted with maniacal cruelty as he pointed downhill, sneering, "Fang Qingzhu, is that the wild man you've been pining for? Haha, such audacity! Not only does he dare to snatch my woman, but he also dares to storm my Baiyu sanctuary!"
Fang Qingzhu was in utter despair.
This Seal Demon Stele was no ordinary weapon; it was a special ancient treasure, said to have been crafted in the Ancient Times to suppress and seal the most vicious and wicked beings.
Under the stele's seal.
One could no longer draw energy from the heavens and earth; survival relied solely on their cultivation and vitality.
Moreover...
Within the stele's confines, cycles of cruel tortures such as ice, fire, and poison endlessly afflicted the suppressed.
Just as at this moment...
