The Chaos cone nail descendants, the Mo brothers wanted divine soldiers and ghost generals to fight with the cultivators under the heavens. The two of them did not rest in peace... The rogue cultivators that had filled the mountains and plains all ran away.
Old man Bao Ri was terrified to death as he looked at the changes in the skies. He opened his mouth wide and made gagging sounds. After a while, he stammered, "I think, maybe, even the immortal master teacher could've foreseen that the bastards of the Chaos cone nail… had changed his own magic circle..."
Wen Buzuo squinted his eyes as he looked at the sky. When he heard Bao Ri's words, he did not forget to chime in, "Not maybe, he couldn't have thought of that!"
