At other times, it is necessary to use the seal, to lock oneself away, to let oneself fall into slumber, thus preventing madness.
Therefore, the moment Tu Yuan discovered Lin Zheyu and sensed the dense Demonic Energy on him, he immediately assumed him to be a cultist practicing Demon Skill.
"Treasured artifact to suppress demonic will, what a treasure!"
"With this thing, I can dare to venture into those mysterious places I didn't dare to before!"
Tu Yuan's heart burned with desire.
He wanted to attack Lin Zheyu immediately, but there was no time.
Those three guys biting at his heels gave him no chance to catch his breath.
A flash of black light enveloped Tu Yuan, and just before charging into the earthen wall, he suddenly turned, opening his mouth to spit out a jet of liquid black as ink.
"Not good!"
"This is... Retreat quickly!"
Yuan Qiu and the others' expressions suddenly changed upon seeing this, their bodies froze momentarily, and instead of advancing, they retreated.
