"There are restrictions!" Zhao Shuang exclaimed.
These naturally were pointless words. How could it be that it was a ghost that had attacked the man?
The others could only muse inwardly due to their reservations regarding Zhao Shuang's identity, but the Yin River Celestial King and Yang Xiaoling both tossed a disdainful glance at Zhao Shuang. 'You really are too f****** cowardly. How humiliating.'
Zhao Shuang was completely unconcerned. After falling into submission to Ling Han, he no longer wanted any pride. It was enough for him to keep living.
"The restrictions are quite powerful too." The Yin River Celestial King walked forwards. "Let me try."
He, too, stretched out a hand to touch it. Weng, the casket lit up with magnificent brilliance once more, and it manifested into a seal that blasted towards the Yin River Celestial King.
Peng!
