Halfway to the Wuxin Demon Palace, Chen Xuan and his two companions triggered the sect's protective grand formation. Instantly, magical light erupted from the formation's patterns, and countless demons danced wildly within; a typical cultivator would have been terrified to the point of losing their wits at such a sight.
Even those who had reached the Nascent Soul stage would find it impossible to resist the demonic thoughts and soul-capturing sounds emanating from the Wuxin Demon Palace's defensive formation. However, as elite cultivators among those at the Nascent Soul stage, both Chen Xuan and Zhou Gulei had no trouble fending off the encroaching mental pressure.
Just then, a group of demonic cultivators clad in black robes with red trim and black hoods flew out from the palace complex. One of them flew to the edge of the formation, stared at the three outsiders, and shouted coldly, "What kind of small fry dares to trespass on the main altar of our Wuxin Demon Palace?"
Chapter 2558