"Liu Ming, stop wasting your energy! Now that the Plague Curse Array is complete, all you can do is pray for good fortune!" Wen Zeng's eyes were blood-red as he howled with a hideous laugh.
But one could see thirty-six grey-black plague crows flying faster and faster, forming a grey-black sphere around him. The remaining punch shadows that hit the surface of the sphere only sparked a faint grey light before shattering into fragments.
Yet Liu Ming showed no expression, his arms blurring once more as even more secret black shadow punches surged out.
Amid the dazzling interweaving of punch shadows and grey light, the grey-black sphere vibrated wildly, but still, it couldn't be penetrated.
Wen Zeng had already flipped his palm and taken out a black scroll as thick as an arm, which he spread out with a swoosh. The scroll was engraved with countless ancient runes, and at the very center, a giant crow was depicted.
