Painting Spirit let out a roar of fury, sealing off the entire scroll.
Wu Xia's face turned ashen, his immense Power of Soul was unable to even slightly disturb the scroll.
Even attempting to allow his soul to enter it was impossible.
Ultimately, he was blasted away by the powerful backlash, and Wu Xia spat out a mouthful of blood from deep within his chest.
"Still too weak!"
Wu Xia's complexion was ashen, his whole body convulsing.
He hadn't thought that, despite possessing such a great Power of Soul, he was still unable to affect the scroll.
This Magic Treasure from the Upper Realm was indeed extraordinary.
"You wait, I'll make you regret this!"
Wu Xia gritted his teeth and said darkly, "The day I break this scroll open will be the day I fuck you to death!"
He coldly gathered the scroll back into the void, then immediately sat down cross-legged to enter cultivation mode and stabilize his condition.
By the time Wu Xia opened his eyes again, night had already fallen.
