Sun Jizong walked out of his hiding place, a prison cell, with a perplexed expression.
"What's going on?"
His eyes darted around, filled with deep shock and fear.
Just before this, there were still tens of thousands of grudge ghosts swirling outside Li Xuan's cell. The speed at which the Artifact Spirit 'Taotie' devoured them was astonishing, but it hadn't managed to consume all over ten thousand grudge ghosts in an instant.
But at this moment, within and outside the entire prison of Dali Temple, it was completely quiet!
All of the grudge ghosts were frozen in place outside the prison. It was as if they were petrified by some force, unable to move at all, only allowing the 'Taotie' Artifact Spirit to devour them.
"Demon Master?"
Sun Jizong turned his body, attempting to seek an answer from the raven-haired young man, "Something doesn't seem right. Can the spirit of a Divine Artifact do this?"
