At this point, the fog was now about 25 kilometers away from the city.
Green beams of light began to emanate out from Dongluo City, transforming into sheets of leaves which covered over the city.
Within the fog, Meng Hao looked out at Dongluo City. His eyes glowed with coldness. Above his head spun the Lotus Sword Formation. Surrounding him were more than seventy Dongluo Clan Cultivators who had previously been unconscious. They were awake now, although, their eyes were filled with blankness. They seemed to have lost their senses, as if their bodies weren’t even under their own control.
Meng Hao had used the art of Righteous Bestowal to take control of them.
“Demon Sealers don’t usually exchange blows with others,” Meng Hao murmured. “The blows are delivered by means of Righteous Bestowal.” He lifted up his right hand and waved it out in front of him.