The green slime all over the ground seemed to still have a consciousness of its own even after Sima Changkong's death.
Like a worm, it slowly crawled towards its surroundings.
Even the hard ground of the Crystal Palace was emitting a "sizzling" sound under the corrosion of the green slime.
Seeing this rather terrifying scene, Li Fan couldn't help but inhale sharply.
"Such a domineering Mystic network!"
"It can even track down and kill the target through the carrier that intends to record it."
"Wait…" Suddenly realizing something, Li Fan's expression changed.
He took out a blood-red spirit from his Storage Ring and focused his mind: "Taoist Sima, are you okay?"
He waited for a long time but received no response.
"Damn it, this means that all his incarnations are gone." Li Fan's face twitched again.
The tracking and killing ability of this Mystic network was frighteningly strong.
