Chen Yuan spoke, raising his other hand, and instead of an official seal token, a blue nine-layered glazed tower slowly emerged.
On the Thirty-Six Mountain Demon Suppression Tower, thousands of demon residual souls roared, baring fangs and brandishing claws, with demonic qi billowing, exceedingly fierce, as if they would break free at any moment.
As soon as this Demon Suppression Tower appeared, the place became bustling, and the Undying King glanced over, and the overwhelming pressure dissipated into nothingness.
His pair of eyes as black as an evil ghost looked at the demon relief above, emanating killing intent, causing the powerful waves to shatter a group of clawing relief sculptures one after another.
His tone was somewhat strange.
"You are qualified now!"
He said to Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan felt the pressure on him suddenly decrease, retracted the Demon Suppression Tower, narrowed his eyes, "Can you answer my questions now?"
