The huge string-holding demonic soul moved its fingers and tightened the black lines that would decide the life and death of Li Quan and the others, waiting for song qingxiao's choice.
As the black gas churned, there was a whooshing sound.
A light blue shadow flashed, and several ice arrows cut through the sky and penetrated the black gas.
The ice-type spirit energy's seal of freezing magic power cut off the demonic Qi that pierced through the bodies of more than ten peddlers, causing their bodies to quickly break away from the control of the huge thread-holding demonic soul and quickly fall to the ground.
The moment the black line broke, the door of time and space that was originally open squirmed and closed.
It sealed the birth, struggle, and pain of those Seven's.
The hall returned to darkness. The eyes of the Qing Ming command token revealed an extremely disappointed expression.
Everyone was overjoyed to have survived the disaster.
