"Go!"
"Chirp!"
The Five Ghosts howled toward the sky, unwilling in their hearts, yet being controlled by others, they had no choice but to pounce again at the giant snake.
Disregarding the corrosive effects of the poison smoke on their ghost bodies, they crazily devoured the snake's essence.
"Binding Gold Rope!"
"Go!"
Fang Zheng performed a finger technique, and several golden threads appeared out of thin air, swiftly entwining the upper body of the giant snake, then drawing tight.
The Binding Gold Rope was a high-class magical artifact, easily capable of restraining the Five Ghosts even before he achieved flawlessness.
Now,
his cultivation base was incomparably stronger than Qian Fusong back then, and he managed to temporarily trap the giant snake in front of him.
Soon after, a black light shot out, aiming for the snake's head.
Desolate Pole!
"Boom!"
