Tao Qian and Duobao had agreed on a plan and were just about to act to seize the treasure.
Suddenly, that vile curiosity aroused again, and the People Species Bag was untied.
A gentle weigh of the bag's opening and instantly tens of thousands of light points descended, rolling on the ground like gourds, filling the three streets and six markets before them.
The Ten Thousand Demons lay prostrate on the ground, bodies feeble and weak, reeling in a daze, groaning incessantly.
At this moment, without much fear, they were all puzzled and called out:
"That Buddha's son, what treasure is this, what is it called?"
"No need to ask him, such a fine object must consume a great deal of mana to use, how many hours can he last? We are undying and will eventually exhaust him to death. When that time comes, we'll feast on his flesh and soul, naturally understanding the details of this object."
"Such a fine treasure, this Buddha's son, he couldn't have come from the Free Temple, could he?"
