As soon as Wang Teng touched the pottery jar, the dim runes on it instantly turned to ash, and the spirit patterns engraved on the jar also lost their luster in an instant.
The long years had drained almost all the energy from these runes, and Wang Teng's touch was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
A terrifying surge of demonic aura erupted, covering the sky and blocking the sun, causing everyone's expression to change drastically.
"Run quickly! We're going to be killed by that fool Wang Teng!"
Chen Nan dragged Nie Xiaoyu and Tang Zhirou away rapidly, clearly aware that whatever was in the jar was an unparalleled ominous entity, and just its aura was terrifying.
Some smart ones made the same choice as Chen Nan—to escape, such as the witch Tu Susu, Zhang Yunyi, and Chong Xiao, who slipped away as soon as they sensed something wrong.
