Not only that, but in the neighboring room, there was an identical setup, except the object at the center of that room was entirely dark green in color, and the demonic symbols were even more complex.

Regardless of whether it was the men in black in the outer circle or the 12 Soul Douluos at the center of the room, all of their bodies were slowly withering away due to energy loss. However, not a single sound could be heard within the two rooms.

At the Tang Sect.

After completing a series of official duties, a contemplative look appeared in Guo Xiaoxu's eyes. Right at this moment, a boisterous voice rang out. 

"What's on your mind, Xiaoxu? You seem quite distracted; care for a drink?" The master of the Power Hall, Zhao Song, walked in from outside, rubbing his own bald head with a smile on his face. 

He shared an extremely close friendship with...