Ye Qingchen couldn't stop sneering.
Where exactly did this Wu Chang get his confidence from?
Was it just because of that bit of demonic Qi on him?
How ridiculous.
Wu Chang coldly smirked in his heart. He was well aware of Xue Zhao's considerable strength; if the two joined forces, it would be difficult to take them down easily.
Therefore, when setting up his trap, he specifically devised a strategy to separate the two of them.
Standing in the center of the open ground, Wu Chang abruptly formed hand seals, chanting spells from his mouth. In an instant, the ground began to tremble, and the surrounding demonic Qi rapidly condensed, forming black pillars of light that shot up from the ground.
"Ye Qingchen, Xue Zhao, welcome to my domain!" Wu Chang shouted loudly, a sinister smile on his face.
The black light pillars quickly spread, forming a huge formation that covered the entire open area.
