At this stage, Hua Nation had only one method to counter the mysterious covert demonic power—seal it!
Su Hang had no other option either. He focused his mind, formed a seal with his fingers, and pointed at Li Xiaowei's injured area. A chilling and freezing cold energy surged over.
It must be said that Wu Mei's calculations were extremely accurate; the moment the cold energy poured in, it activated the blazing sinister talisman lurking in the wound.
Hundreds of hair-thin, fiery red queer needles burst forth with a "whoosh…" and shot into Su Hang from his pores.
"I've succeeded, hahaha…" Wu Mei laughed excitedly. "What's invaded your body is fierce mysterious demonic power, a hundred times more terrifying than the mysterious covert demonic power. You're definitely going to die, hahaha…"
After Su Hang had completed the sealing, his figure swayed, and he collapsed to the ground, hurriedly using the thunder magnetic divine light to try to purge the fierce mysterious demonic power.
