Bao Ao, Jie Ji, and the four other leaders came to the Black Pool. They frowned, looking at the murmuring black water in the pool. The thick black smoke hovering year-round above the Black Pool was drawn away.
The pool was quiet. They didn’t see any spiritual Qi moving or anything strange. However, right in the middle of the pool hovered a line: Do not damage wantonly!
Apparently, Xuan Ming wasn’t here. He just left them a thought, as if he had known beforehand these people would visit him.
Comoros’s face was as cold as water. He pointed his left index finger. A light circle rippled, entering the center of the pool and touching the line.
Shortly, a flow of soul energy twirled around his soul like a snake, trying to drag his soul into the pool. That soul energy carried an intent domain of ‘Forbidding,’ which could enter deep into people’s soul and restrain it.
