"Zhong Wugu, how dare you!"
Lin Zixuan was seething with anger. At this moment, he was halfway up the Mysterious Iron Chain, hanging in mid-air, his soul still under attack by the ghost's voice. How could he fend off Zhong Wugu and the dual assault on his soul?
"Whoosh!"
He had no choice but to leap off the cold iron chain, and the small mark on his forehead transformed into a stream of light aimed at Zhong Wugu.
"Hmm!"
Zhong Wuji's body flickered, and a tuft of flame shot out from his forehead, burning the black vines around him. Flames also blazed on his clothes and robe.
He held a comatose Divine Heaven Country young master in front of him with one hand.
"You are so despicable!"
Lin Zixuan's charming eyes were full of rage as he had to control the small seal to fly back. Zhong Wugu suddenly threw that young master towards Lin Zixuan while simultaneously launching a fire snake that snaked along the ground towards him.
