"I think you all should know the antidote recipe for Xiu's hexes, right?"
"How about this, whoever tells me the antidote first, I will…"
Chen Feng hadn't finished speaking when he saw Master Wu Ling give Ding Ji a stern look.
Ding Ji's eyes briefly became vacant.
Although Master Wu Ling was seriously injured, with his power, intimidating an ordinary person like Ding Ji was still easy.
"The antidote is…"
Afterward, Master Wu Ling quickly stated the antidote recipe, displaying a determination to win.
"You!"
Ding Ji came back to his senses and couldn't help but rage.
He was all too clear that it was Master Wu Ling's trickery that had prevented him from speaking just now.
"Haha!"
"I said it first, I said it first!"
Master Wu Ling didn't care about these things and looked at Chen Feng expectantly.
Chen Feng meticulously pondered the antidote recipe that Master Wu Ling had given, found it indeed had the function of summoning souls, and nodded to the Zuo Xu God.
"No!"
