Yang Shi retreated back into the Xiang Family's great array.
He swallowed two healing pills and began to slowly regulate his breath.
"They're tough to deal with... these two have meticulous minds and an abundance of spells and magic treasures, making it very hard to find a weak spot."
The Second Grade Thunder Talisman given by Murong Ziyuan could only provide temporary suppression and wasn't a substantial threat to the fat and skinny Taoists.
They seemed to have an endless supply of Demonic Qi, relying on the Soul Summoning Banner.
"Who knows how many killings these two have committed!"
Every drop of Demonic Qi was obtained through murder and plunder.
All those vengeful ghosts in the banner were once ordinary people.
"It looks like I have to use my last resort..."
Over the past few years, Yang Shi had traded Spirit Stones for a trump card for his family, meant to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators.
