Tang Zhen's technique in setting up the runic magic circle was simple and Swift. Each and every one of his movements was natural and seemed to carry a certain rhythm.
Before sister Mei could see clearly what was going on, a runic magic circle had already been set up and gradually disappeared in front of her.
If one didn't observe carefully. It was impossible to discover its existence. Everything was natural.
"Master, what's going on here?"
Sister Mei's eyes were dazzled as questions popped up in her heart one after another. It was only at this moment that she realized how ignorant she was.
It was laughable that he had been so self-righteous in the past and always felt that he had some strength. Now that he thought about it, it was extremely laughable.
The reason why everything had been smooth in the past ... He had not met a truly powerful opponent, otherwise he would have lost his life long ago.
