"Good, you bugs have been buzzing in my ears for quite a while. It's time to deal with you!"
With a cold chuckle, Ning Daohuan's giant hand shrinks, reaching for the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators in the city who couldn't escape in time.
However, right after that, Ning Daohuan feels a sudden stabbing pain in his head, like a needle prick. A severe pain makes his head tilt involuntarily, and the previously concentrated black hand disperses along with it.
When Ning Daohuan comes back to his senses, his face immediately turns cold as he looks at the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators.
"Not a bad Soul Spell."
"But you are really courting death!"
As he speaks, he suddenly charges towards the four of them!
However, facing Ning Daohuan's strong attack, the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators show a strange smile!
"Finally, we have you!"
"Today, we will reclaim the True Sutra!"
As they speak, the four Cultivators simultaneously cast a spell.
