Yu Shangrong stepped into the air. A gust of wind stirred up in front of him.
Bazir's eyes reddened. He shouted, "Invite the gods from the four corners!"
The remaining witchcraft cultivators tossed out four radiant circles.
"Oh, great shaman god, listen to my plea. Lend me your strength, and let the souls return! Do not linger at the four corners, for men 1,000-foot tall wait to recover your soul. Come back…"
The four radiant rings were so huge that they blotted out the sky. They swiftly flew toward Bazir.
Yu Shangrong moved swiftly, still as calm as ever. When he saw this, he knew Bazir was much more powerful than he had imagined.
