A moment later, Li Xuan was directing his men to dig a deep pit at the forefront of the pushed mess of rocks, filling it with sticky black oil.
For this purpose, Luo Yan took out two Qiankun bags, pouring a total of two thousand stones of black oil into them, greatly surprising everyone.
Standing behind him, Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang's eyes reflected a trace of curiosity, "This should be Menghuo oil, but it smells like pine resin. The formula seems to have been altered somewhat, making it seem quite ingenious."
"I don't care what kind of oil it is, can it actually burn all these ghostly spirits to death? They're not fools, they won't just avoid it, will they?"
Monk Miaoxin stood behind him, his face turning cold, "They're using a feather as a commanding arrow, doing things recklessly, they want to kill everyone."
