At almost the same time, including Gerrit Harris, the images in everyone's eyes changed.

What lay on the ground wasn't Julius Reed at all.

It was the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe, the shaman Davion!

"As expected of the High Priest, who dares to come and rescue someone even after I've broken his illusion," Gerrit Harris had suspected it was an illusion but said nothing.

Nor did he attempt to break the formation.

Illusion or not, it didn't matter.

His biggest enemy at the moment was the man in green before him, and his enmity with the Ghost Martial Tribe was not significant.

If he could use the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe to heavily injure the man playing with snakes in green, Gerrit Harris could seize the opportunity to seal him!

But he didn't know that in Davion's plan, Gerrit Harris was originally the target to lure the man in green to attack, causing mutual destruction!

"Young man, you have a lot of nerve." The man in green walked up to Davion, chuckling, "Daring to play this in front of me?"

Clap!

Davion tore the black snake to pieces and threw it aside.

The wound on his hand from the snake bite had long turned dark black.

"The snake is poisonous!" His tone carried resentment and reluctance!

The illusion he was proud of was suddenly broken twice!

"Nonsense, if the snake weren't poisonous, what would I need it for?" The man in green bent down, lifted Davion's hood with his hand: "To make snake soup for you all? Or to let you eat the snake gall? Hmm…"

When he saw Davion's face, he was somewhat surprised: "So young?"

Even though poisoned by the snake, the face of this High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe was already dark, but you could still tell it was a young face.

Even Gerrit Harris and the others were somewhat surprised.

In their minds, this High Priest should have been a white-haired old man.

"Not bad, not bad, join me in the future, and I guarantee you'll be stronger than you are now." The man in green pinched Davion's chin, smiling mischievously: "What do you say, give it a thought?"

"Bah!"

Davion spat.

The snake venom caused him pain and made his spiritual power begin to disarray.

"I've seen many people like you, but none who can hold on after three minutes." The man in green stood up, took a flute from his sleeve, and brought it to his mouth.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, in the inner hall, the sound of the flute started.

This flute sound was cheerful, sounding very festive.

But suddenly, Davion held his chest with both hands, laying on the ground, his limbs convulsing!

"Ugh..."

His face, which was already black, turned nearly purple!

His veins bulging, Davion seemed to go crazy, constantly scratching his body, hitting his head against the ground!

Even more bizarre, the same was happening to Gerrit Harris beside him.

But as a Great Grandmaster of formations, he could still sit on the ground.

The pained expression on his face also showed he was quite uncomfortable.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Although time was passing quickly, these two minutes felt longer than a hundred years now.

Gerrit Harris leaned against the pillar of the inner hall, forcefully plunging a dagger into the ground!

Crack!

In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky!

Boom!

The man sidestepped but was still hit by the lightning, dropping the flute he held as a large part of his clothes caught fire.

"Come behind me!"

Gerrit Harris took a deep breath, and after the flute stopped, he was in less pain, but still very uncomfortable.

Forcing himself, he formed a seal with his hands, shouting: "Rise!"

A red circle suddenly appeared under the man's feet!

Imprisoned!

On it was Pruitt Wilde's arm, under the infusion of powerful spiritual power, the formation shone with a blinding red light!

Poof!

At last.

Gerrit Harris couldn't hold on and leaned against a pillar, gasping for breath.

Taking this opportunity, Hercules Marsh, completely ignoring the injuries on his legs, crawled frantically to his master's side.

In the center of the inner hall, only Davion and the man in green remained.

In the corner, Lillian Tompson trembled in fear.

"Kid, this was originally prepared for the Boulevard mountain emissary. But now, I'll give it to you as a gift!" Gerrit Harris painfully clutched his chest.

A small black snake crawled out of his nostril.

"Master…" Hayden Marsh exclaimed, pointing at the snake, his face turning green!

"No worries! I know. It's this snake that, hearing the flute, rampaged in my body, tormenting me so." Gerrit Harris took a deep breath, and somehow, a Spirit Talisman appeared in his hand.

The so-called Spirit Talisman was made from special wood from the Jade Pool that absorbed spiritual power.

Placing it in a location rich in spiritual power for forty-nine days, making it absorb a large amount of spiritual power.

"Hoo!"

Gerrit Harris took a deep breath, and the Spirit Talisman in his hand instantly ignited!

He opened his mouth and stuffed the Spirit Talisman directly into it.

After a burst of crackling sound, Gerrit Harris once again spat out blood.

The pain!

But fortunately, the chaotic spiritual power killed the small snake inside.

Now, he just needs to wait for the snake venom to slowly be expelled.

"Master, save me..." Davion saw this clearly, now his body not only itched but hurt!

This pain was constantly torturing him.

"Save you? He can barely save himself." The man in green stood up, patted his wound, and strode towards Gerrit Harris!

Boom!

He punched, directly shattering the formation under his feet!

Then, he started sprinting!

Crack!

Just as he began, lightning once again burst from the inner hall pillar!

Crack!

The man in green channeled spiritual power within, directly clashing with the lightning!

But unsurprisingly, he was blown away!

Heavily crashing to the ground!

The Ten Halls of Yama Formation!

Even such terrifying beings like Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving could be trapped, how could it be easily broken by the man in green?

"Damn, what is this ghost thing!" The man in green lay on the ground, spitting blood: "Bah, it really hurts!"

He supported himself with his hands and sprang up.

"I don't believe it, your lousy thing can trap me!" He took a deep breath, recklessly rushing at Gerrit Harris!

Bam!

The lightning struck as expected!

Boom!

A loud bang!

A faint white light appeared around the man's body, clashing with the lightning!

Crack!

At the same time!

A slight cracking sound suddenly occurred!

Gerrit Harris was taken aback and immediately looked up at the nearest pillar!

There were already tiny cracks on the pillar.

"So strong?" Without any hesitation, he once again took a dagger from his sleeve.

Clearly.

The man in green also noticed the cracks on the pillar!

The lightning was shooting from the pillar.

"Heh heh, old man, let's see if your broken formation shatters first or if I die first!" The man twisted his neck, hands on his knees, breathing heavily!

He was gathering strength, conserving energy!

He needed one strike to break the formation!

As the man's breathing quickened, a white glow emerged again!

Moreover, this white glow grew stronger.

Hayden Marsh and the others already felt the pressure.

A strong sense of oppression!

"I'm coming!" The man in green stood up, all the white light converging before him!

Like a shield!

Crack!

Gerrit Harris suddenly drove the second dagger down!

The moment the dagger hit the ground——

Crack!

Lightning instantly shot from the pillar behind the man!

Striking his neck without warning!

"Old bastard... you don't play fair..."

Thud!

The man in green fell to the ground, passed out.

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