Behind him, there were countless streams of light. These streams of light were not from the cultivators, but were the result of the compass running and breaking through the void!
He was wearing a mask, and the compass beneath him revealed a powerful aura of suppression, an aura that seemed to be far beyond his cultivation level, so much so that wherever he passed, the endless void clouds would instantly drop, as if they could not withstand his presence.
Not only that, his real body on the compass exudes an even more powerful force of rules, although it is unknown what avenue he controls.
But just by the breath, he could feel a sense of supreme destruction, as if he alone was the only one who could guard this wasteland exile place that had existed for tens of thousands of years.
The identity of a true spirit, his tyrannical cultivation, and his terrifying power together make him an invincible person under the Saint. His existence can bring peace to the demon clan, but it will make the wasteland of exile tremble.
The compass flashed and left a trail of light before disappearing at the end of the sky, leaving behind only countless faces with different expressions.
"Commander-in-chief, that is a true spirit!" Above the Thirty-Six Caves, a young cultivator stood up and looked at the flowing light that had lingered for a long time. He looked excited, as if he had seen a great sage among the demon race.
"With the True Spirit taking action, we can rest assured!"
"Yes, if it weren't for them, we don't know how many years our four major cities could have held out. Although they rarely take action, they have intimidated those super strong men hiding in the dark in the Wasteland Exile Land."
Everyone was talking at once, and a sense of relief emerged as they chatted, as if what happened next seemed unimportant, because with the intervention of the True Spirit, their existence no longer had any practical significance.
Although they were relaxed, the governor who had not spoken a word frowned deeply. As a governor, he knew more than ordinary people.
In his memory since he became the governor, he had seen two incidents of true spirits getting into trouble, but each time it was not as simple as suppressing it.
Instead, it is bloody and cruel, representing the death of countless lives. The appearance of true spirits indicates that a shocking conspiracy is brewing in the entire wasteland of exile.
Once this conspiracy breaks out, it will bring unimaginable disaster to the cities guarding on all sides. Although they are protected by a large formation and have resources, who can predict how dangerous these ruthless people, the exiles who have survived years of fighting, are
"Don't be too careless." As he spoke, he looked at the hundred people around him and sighed in his heart. He didn't know how many of them would be left after this crisis.
Even he couldn't confidently believe that he could survive this disaster. After all, once a war broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The general was bound to die in the battle. As the commander-in-chief, he was naturally the first to bear the brunt of the battle after the war.
At that time, it was both an honor and a struggle for life. Shaking his head, he forced down the uneasiness in his heart. He originally came here to investigate, but now he was heavy-hearted. He no longer had the bad experience as before, but instead, there was a lingering melancholy and depression.
"No matter what, we have to survive." Suddenly, he spoke to the people in front of him, but when he saw their puzzled looks, he kept silent. After all, not many people could understand the cruel consequences brought about by the appearance of the true spirit.
And if everyone knew about it, it would probably cause a certain damage to their morale. Then everyone would naturally panic, and once this panic appeared, they would inevitably be suppressed by this group of crazy exiles.
Feng Qingyang's whole body was soaked in the lava of the second prison. She did not ignore the fleeting pressure before, but remembered it deeply in her heart.
Although he didn't know what kind of existence it was, how could it be an ordinary person who could cause his soul to throb? Although he didn't know that the other party was a true spirit, he could guess the other party's strength and status.
The appearance of this aura did not bring him any joy, on the contrary, it only brought him a sense of coldness, although he did not know what would happen here.
But he keenly discovered that there seemed to be a connection with him. There was only one person who could be connected with him in the demon clan, and that was the Holy Prince who went alone to the center of the demon clan's territory.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and stopped thinking about the disappearing breath. Instead, he shifted his attention back to his body.
The most important thing right now is not anything else, but how he can get out of here. He clearly has the handwritten order from the fifth cave master and is here on orders, but he can't understand why he is detained here.
He wanted to rely on brute force to get out, but if he did so, his hidden identity would be exposed, and he would lose his original intention of sneaking in to save people.
There is another possibility to get out, which is to break through on the spot. Of course, this is just an illusion, a fake illusion that the Eagle Messenger has broken through the Demon King.
In that case, both the fifth cave master and the thirty-sixth cave master would be forced to take action under pressure. Otherwise, Feng Qingyang would be exposed, and they would be caught up in public opinion, and might even be attacked by the crowd.
"If you want to play dirty with me, I'll see if you're qualified enough." Feng Qingyang smiled sinisterly, sat cross-legged and circulated his energy, gathering strength again and began to bombard the increasing light green aura in his body.
In silence, the power of his bloodline was mobilized and he began his first plan, a plan to fake a breakthrough. This breakthrough could not be too sudden but had to appear natural.
Although he didn't know what the light green aura in the lava was, he thought the guards in the sky must know it. If he swallowed it himself and pretended that the bottleneck was blasted open because of the aura, perhaps he would have the greatest sense of trust.
In this way, they will not have any doubts, but will instead be forced to let themselves out under pressure from the fifth cave master and the thirty-sixth cave.
Although there was not much light green aura, it was very tenacious and had almost no effect on the cockroaches. Even his tyrannical devouring power could not eliminate it quickly, and he could only advance bit by bit.
However, during the process, he was surprised to find that perhaps because of his pressure, the light green aura changed to the size of a mung bean.
But after being compressed, it actually had a tendency to turn from virtual to substantial. As a result, Feng Qingyang suddenly did not dare to continue to exert pressure, otherwise the backlash he would suffer was beyond his imagination.
He sighed, woke up from his meditation, opened his eyes, and immediately looked towards the snake girl in front of him. After seeing this, his gaze suddenly shrank.