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A faint black mist shrouded the entire complex, like a giant curtain isolating the mansion from the outside world. This black power flowed subtly, sometimes condensing into vortexes, sometimes transforming into wisps of smoke, eerie and mysterious.
Tang Yue frowned slightly, intently watching this mysterious power. She slowly reached out her hand, trying to sense the origin and operating principles of this power. The moment her fingertips touched the black mist, a bone-chilling coldness traveled up her arm, as if she had touched millennia-old ice.
Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand and channeled her spiritual energy into her body to dispel the chill.
"This seems to be some kind of formation. But why doesn't it look like something from the righteous path?" Tang Yue muttered to herself, her eyes filled with vigilance.
She gazed into the distance, carefully observing the distribution and changes of the black power. She discovered that this power seemed to have some subtle connection with the layout of the buildings; the position and angle of each building seemed to be meticulously designed, echoing the formation.
Tang Yue knew that the Hatoyama family had hired capable people for protection. But did they think that would stop her?
Tang Yue hovered in mid-air, surrounded by a faint, transparent aura of spiritual energy. Her gaze was calmly fixed on the black power enveloping the complex of buildings. Amidst the churning black mist, faint dark red patterns flowed, resembling the malevolent blood surging in the veins of demons, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.
"Demonic energy... It's actually a method of the demon race." Tang Yue murmured to herself, her voice filled with surprise and solemnity.
Yes, Japan's spiritual energy is depleted. To be able to set up such an elaborate formation, they must have resorted to other means. It's not hard to guess that they have intricate connections with the demon race.
To her surprise, demonic techniques could be passed down in Japan. She wanted to find out the secret behind this. At the same time, she became wary, because once tainted by demonic energy, it was like a persistent carbuncle, extremely difficult to remove, and the slightest carelessness could lead to utter ruin.
She had heard in her sect lectures that many righteous cultivators had been corrupted by the demonic energy of the demon race and ultimately met their demise. Therefore, Tang Yue dared not underestimate them.
She took a deep breath, and a dazzling white spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips, shooting towards the formation like a shooting star streaking across the night.
The moment the spiritual energy touched the black mist, the entire space seemed to freeze. Then, the black mist surged violently like a boiling oil pan, emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if countless vengeful ghosts were howling.
Tang Yue's eyes sharpened as she channeled her spiritual energy to investigate. She keenly sensed that although the formation was strange and unpredictable, its strength was only comparable to a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator from the righteous path. If it were anyone else, this formation would have truly blocked their path. However, they had encountered her.
"If that's the case, then there's no need to go to any more trouble." A faint smile appeared on her lips. Tang Yue quickly formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and then suddenly unleashed a palm strike.
A gigantic white spiritual energy hand appeared out of thin air, carrying a world-destroying aura, and slammed down on the formation. "Boom!" With a deafening roar, the black mist was violently shaken, and space itself seemed to distort.
Under the continuous pressure of the spiritual energy palm, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the array, and they expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, the formation seemed to sense the danger. The black mist suddenly surged wildly, condensing into enormous demonic hands that reached out to grab Tang Yue. Wherever the demonic hands passed, the air was corroded, leaving black marks and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.
Tang Yue's eyes were firm and fearless. Her spiritual energy circulated around her, forming an indestructible white barrier in front of her.
The demonic hand slammed heavily against the barrier, unleashing a dazzling light and tremendous impact. Tang Yue's body swayed slightly, but she paid no attention, increasing her spiritual power output. The barrier shone brightly, shattering the demonic hand one by one.
Taking advantage of the moment when the formation's defenses weakened, Tang Yue once again gathered her spiritual power, pushed out with both palms, and an even more powerful white beam of light shot out from her hands, heading straight for the core of the formation.
With a deafening roar, the formation collapsed under the strain, and the black mist dissipated from the sky. Tang Yue raised an eyebrow. That's it? It doesn't seem that impressive.
Tang Yue flashed, like a white streak of light, and rushed directly into the Hatoyama family.
As Tang Yue's spiritual energy touched the black array, an old man inside the Hatoyama family's house suddenly opened his eyes. "They've arrived!"
The seven people immediately slipped out of the courtyard. Hatoyama looked grave; he had expected the thieves to come, but he hadn't anticipated their arrival so quickly.
He remained seated inside, knowing this was not the time for him to act. Their magical duel was beyond his comprehension.
Tang Yue rushed into the Hatoyama residence like a white streak of light. The ground trembled from the impact as soon as she landed. Before she could even regain her footing, seven dark figures darted out from all sides like ghosts, surrounding her completely.
In the darkness, the faces of the men in black were hidden under their hoods, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with an eerie light, as fierce as hungry wolves staring at their prey.
"Little girl, daring to trespass on the Hatoyama family, today this is your burial ground!" The leader of the black-clad men spoke in a hoarse, low voice, as grating as sandpaper. As soon as he finished speaking, all seven attacked simultaneously, their magical artifacts and spirit treasures flashing with eerie light as they hurtled towards Tang Yue.
Tang Yue's eyes sharpened when she saw the magical artifacts and spiritual treasures in the hands of the group, and her spiritual power surged instantly, forming a white spiritual power shield around her.
The man in black on the left attacked first, brandishing a jet-black curved blade wreathed in black demonic energy, aiming straight for Tang Yue's throat. Tang Yue dodged to the side, the blade grazing her cheek and creating a gust of wind.
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