At the peak of Pingkang Mountain, the rocks trembled.
A lean figure suddenly burst forth, darting into the air.
Thirty Golden Eagle Captains, who had been on guard for some time, led by two deputy generals, were caught off guard but didn’t hesitate in their actions.
"Lock him down!"
Cold, serpent-like chains shot out, instantly binding the figure in the air.
Dozens of Demon-Suppressing Chains pulled taut.
The two deputy generals focused their energy, stepping on the formation's core, channeling the collective energy of everyone into the chains.
They then took out specially crafted silver hooks meant to pierce the collarbone, ready to leap into the air, but their expressions suddenly changed.
The chains grew tighter.
These chains could even restrain a demon at the Core Formation stage, so they couldn’t possibly break.
The problem lay with the dozens of Demon-Suppressing Captains below.
Their faces twisted, veins bulging on their foreheads as they strained with all their might to hold onto the chains.
Their boots sank into the ground, their knees creaking.
Yet, the figure in the air still swayed slightly.
"..."
On the branch of a tall ancient cypress tree, Jiang Chengyun stood with his hands behind his back.