"Zhang Daoling, I know you have ascended."
"Just watch from the heavens."
"Watch how I destroy your Daoist lineage, hahaha..."
The Plague Demon laughed towards the sky, gray mist billowing around him, transforming into countless ghostly faces, rushing towards all the foundations.
These ghostly gray mist pervaded the scene, infiltrating every crevice, immediately swarming like maggots on a bone once they neared the foundation.
Celestial Venerable Dharma Aspects were overwhelmed.
Like a thousand-mile dam, gradually disintegrating.
The ancestral elders of Dragon and Tiger Mountain looked on in despair, having exhausted all their means.
Talisman.
Thunder Skill.
Grand Array.
Initially, there was some effect.
But as the foul air spread throughout the realm, their subtle energies continually withered, and the various Divine Techniques' effects no longer compared to the past.
The longer the delay, the more powerless they felt.
