In an instant, as the Eight Primordial Fiends entered the starlight pattern and took up their positions across the eight directions, they poured their power into the formation. The rebounding black mist was slowly suppressed, though it still continuously battered the Demon-Sealing Formation's suppression, and piercing roars could be vaguely heard echoing from within the mist.
Seeing this, Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. If this powerhouse of the alien race could not be suppressed, they probably would have had to rely on the ancient sages to step in.
"It's still too early to let our guard down!" Li Qingyi's pretty brows remained tightly knitted.
Chapter 1758