Zhang Fei Xuan was somewhat surprised, "Spirit soul? You know that kind of spell?"
This brute of a man knew such a delicate spell?
"What, Laozi knowing this spell is very strange?"
Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes, "Stop talking nonsense, get ready. I don't want to sneak back with my tail between my legs and let Big Senior Brother clean up the mess."
In the gloomy cave, countless animal spirit souls seemed to have found something, emitting gnawing sounds.
"They've bitten through!"
Bang!
A figure burst forth directly from inside the cave.
That person was hunched over, holding a scepter in his hand, and sprung out of the cave like a hopping zombie.
Human skin!
The first thing that caught the eye was the human skin that completely concealed his true form, clinging to the body like a cloak. It wasn't just one piece, but made from numerous stitched-together human skins. On his back were faces with various expressions.
