Outside the Demon Eye Ghost City.
A figure was hovering in midair, continuously inscribing arcane runes with his hand. These runes either hid in the void or were buried deep underground, almost covering the entire space between heaven and earth.
"Is this Brother Zhang's ability?" The Demon Eye watched the busy Zhang Menglong, admiration flickering in his eyes.
Although the formation had not yet been activated, an expert could tell its power at a glance. Its complexity and vastness were beyond his comprehension, but the more so, the more confidence he felt about the impending calamity of the Ghost City.
"Well, do you have any news?" the Demon Eye asked an undead at the peak of the God-breaking realm beside him, "What did Ling Xu say?"
"Reporting to Lord Demon Eye, as per your orders, I brought the battle details of that human martial artist. Lord Ling Xu considers it very important!"
