"Fellow Daoist brothers, don't panic. I'm coming!"
With a Swoosh, a ray of light swept over from the horizon.
"F * ck! Another one?"
Everyone was stunned.
"How many is this already?"
"One, two, three ... The eighth one?"
"The eighth? That should be the last one!"
According to their guess, that fellow had at most seven or eight split souls.
"It should be! Hahaha! That guy is too stupid, I've never seen such a stupid person. He knew that he was going to die, but he still sent his split soul over one by one. "
Even though it was hard to believe that this fellow would really be so foolish, the truth was right in front of them, and they had no choice but to believe it.
"Hahaha! That's too stupid!"
They laughed.
"Hurry up! Suppress him!"
The crowd shouted and took out a soul suppressing treasure to suppress the soul that was rushing over.
"There should be no more! Hey! Eight split souls, that guy should be crying now!"
