Mo Beiyuan also realized that something was wrong with his body. He wanted to gather his spiritual energy and carry Little Sweetcake out of the hall.
However, at this moment, his body could not gather spiritual energy at all.
He could only force himself to protect the little packrat in his arms.
He coaxed her gently, "Sweetcake, be good and stay in Daddy's arms. Don't be afraid."
With their cultivation levels, they had both been tricked.
Naturally, there was no need to mention the others.
Feng Chen and Huo Chanyi stood up one after another and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of people standing in the hall fell.
Yun Ran and the others were still fine. At least their minds were still clear.
The others were in a much worse state than them. Some of them couldn't speak properly, and some of them were already hallucinating. They were foaming at the mouth and shouting crazily.
