Four years!
Four years ago, Julius Reed left Demarco Mount.
At that ti, Demarco Mount was in chaos, with rival factions battling each other, and no one could take charge.
If Hiddy is correct, it only ans that after Julius Reed left, soone arrived at Demarco Mount and laid a powerful formation.
"It started with the Dusty Platform laying plans in advance, drawing on various forces, attempting to establish authority, and forcing you into exile. You took this opportunity to completely sever the person within you using another thod."
Hiddy pointed to the mountain peak: "And this person took advantage of your mutual manipulation to set up a formation in Demarco Mount, likely having foreseen the day you would return."
"Who could it be? An insider?" Julius Reed recalled Mr. River’s words and prepared to force his way through. "If we don’t resolve this issue, we’ll be trapped here to our deaths."
The sky above him turned even darker.
It was noon, when the sun should be shining high!
"Even you can’t force your way through. Julius, trust , this formation is incredibly powerful." Hiddy shook her head, not wanting Julius Reed to take such a risk.
The White Tiger served as the eye of the formation, a deadlock for most people.
"I’ll attempt to break the formation, and if possible, I’d like to et this Guilt Emperor." Julius Reed bore grudges when manipulated.
Such people are extrely dangerous if not eliminated.
To reap the benefits while two parties use each other shows formidable foresight.
They will be a huge problem in the future.
"Wait for here." Julius Reed grabbed his Longsword and dashed out!
Shortly afterward, he appeared at the edge of the formation.
The entire formation enveloped the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s palace.
This scale and level of craftsmanship couldn’t be achieved by ordinary people in four thousand years.
It seems, as Hiddy said, that there is a master behind all of this.
In the air, no boundaries were visible.
Julius Reed closed his eyes, and a shield clearly appeared in his mind.
This shield seed to descend from the heavens, enveloping the entire area within.
Swish!
Julius Reed slashed forward with his sword!
Clang!
The power on the barrier seed indestructible, accompanied by a tiger’s roar, forcing Julius Reed to step back continuously.
When he stepped forward to try to pass through the barrier, a massive energy burst forth from it!
Luckily, Julius Reed retreated in ti.
Otherwise, he would have suffered a massive assault.
The invisible formation acted like a wall, completely isolating those inside.
But from outside, there was no indication of anything unusual.
He activated the Dragon King Ring, attempting to tear a hole in the barrier with the power of the Underworld Fire.
But even the Underworld Fire couldn’t alter the barrier.
All power here seed suppressed.
Julius Reed lightly touched it with his hand.
Finally, he understood what was happening.
The formation trapped cultivators.
The stronger the spiritual power within a person, the more interference they suffered.
When the body touched the formation, an invisible suction would strip the spiritual power from within, continuously sending it to the position of the White Tiger.
This was the fate of anyone with spiritual power within them.
"I just thought of sothing."
Hiddy appeared at so point, activating flas but still being suppressed.
There was no way to break open this invisible prison.
"In those days, the Mandate of Heaven rewarded not only Orson Martinez and Pruitt Wilde but even so ancient beasts."
"Among them was the White Tiger. I fear that the one who placed this formation is the Guilt Emperor. If the Guilt Emperor obtained the White Tiger, he could set this grand formation. It would be impossible to break through, leaving us to die from exhaustion inside."
After these words, Julius Reed squinted his eyes.
If this is true, the White Tiger’s power is overwhelming.
But...
How has this White Tiger gone unnoticed all this ti?
Did it hibernate, turning into a mound like the King Kong Bear King?
"If it truly is the Guilt Emperor, then this ti, if I can’t kill him, I’ll trap him in the prison." Julius Reed looked towards the shadow of the White Tiger.
The sky was grey, only the silhouette was visible.
"The current plan is to find a way out." Hiddy spoke with so anxiety.
Just as she finished, a dull voice erged from the sky.
"Master, we et again. Last ti, your sneak attack caught off guard. Now, let show you my ultimate formation!"
Julius Reed looked towards the source of the voice, finding only the shadow of a White Tiger.
Logically, this White Tiger couldn’t be killed.
In fact, it never had a corporeal form!
The temple maintained their mystique like gods.
"Hiddy was right, I am the Guilt Emperor. I didn’t die, how could I? Every move of yours is within my gaze."
The voice echoed again, deep and powerful.
This formation will gradually drain the spiritual power of Demarco Mount.
Once the spiritual power of Demarco Mount is exhausted, each of your powers will be absorbed!
As martial artists, without power, it’s equivalent to death.
"Back then, you were secretive, now after planning for four years, you finally dare to act?" Julius Reed looked up and shouted to the sky.
"Back then, I didn’t have such a good opportunity. Demarco Mount went unmanaged for four years, even the newly appointed Cold Nelson is useless."
In these four years, he crafted this formation without anyone noticing!
The biggest key to this top-tier formation is the White Tiger.
"Alright, let’s wait and see." Julius Reed no longer spoke, pulling Hiddy’s hand and entering a room.
Below Demarco Mount.
Inside the prison.
The emperor was quite laid-back.
Despite having faced a certain death situation, he still survived.
Many battle generals had died in the last reprisal from Darin and the emperor’s ntor, but the emperor survived, with over ten generals still around him.
But danger always appears without warning.
The emperor felt despondent, without any hope.
He could sense it.
Julius Reed was back.
Crack!
While he was dazing off.
A crisp sound echoed.
"Is it you?"
The emperor looked towards the prison door and saw an old man.
Mr. River!
The janitor of Demarco Mount.
"I offer you an opportunity; either leave this place or die right now." Mr. River, leaning on a broomstick, spoke kindly.
"Do I have a choice?" The emperor frowned slightly, unsure what his counterpart ant.
Did Julius Reed suddenly decide to execute him?
"Demarco Mount is controlled by a formation. You are from the Undead Tribe, trapped for thousands of years, long devoid of spiritual power. As a price for letting you leave..." Mr. River pointed to the shadow by the mountain peak. "Expel it. Will you?"
"Formation? Who placed the formation?" The emperor could sense sharply that the shadow was not simple.
Letting himself leave was undoubtedly sothing Julius Reed least wanted to do.
"It’s unclear who exactly, but once the formation unfolds, you will surely die too." Mr. River casually asked, "Are you prepared to continue eating your fill in the bathroom, or co out and take a breath of fresh air?"
The emperor’s face turned red and he hurriedly shouted, "What do you know! This is experiencing life! I accept the deal, but when will you let go!"
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