Liu Ming gazed at the Demonic Beast trapped in the formation, its fiery red body struggling like a beast at bay. With a glint in his eyes, he flipped his hand and summoned the Demon Whip, leaping into the array with a flash of his figure.
Immediately, multicolored lights rolled uncertainly in the sky above the mountain hollow. As they intertwined in mid-air, they spread in all directions, accompanied by a deafening roar, interspersed with bursts of howling.
After nearly half an hour, as the howling abruptly ceased, the light of the formation in the mountain hollow finally dissipated.
Liu Ming flew out from within, his clothes somewhat damaged, but his eyes sparkled with intense joy.
The black smoke in the mountain hollow cleared away, revealing the corpse of the fiery red Demonic Beast.
Liu Ming looked around, his gaze somewhat unusual.
For more than half a year, he had been trying to find a way out, but unfortunately, there had been no substantial progress.
