"Saint's Words, create a prison with a stroke!"
This divine skill was executed without any reservation, with ninety percent of the divine will within his body gushing forth, transforming into four golden characters, occupying the north, south, east, and west, completely enveloping the city they were in.
At this moment, whether it was Daoist Zi Ying, the newly arrived White Mountain Ancestor, or the soldiers within the city, none could enter or exit.
Below, Yan Hai of Wuliang Mountain cursed bitterly, quickly ordering his soldiers to stay away.
"Damn it, three ancestors are acting within the city, why don't you go to another city?"
"It's all Chen Yi's fault, that bastard came straight here from Youdu City."
"General Yan Hai, speak cautiously. If not for Great General Chen Yi's assistance, we would likely already be slaughtering each other by now."
"Do you have to say it? Don't I already know?"
Yan Hai glared at him viciously, immediately moving further away.
