Just one roar, and it struck down tens of thousands of lost souls once more.
Yet, the boss was not too satisfied with this; he knew there was something at play he hadn't identified.
Unless he could annihilate all the lost souls here in one blow, otherwise, it was utterly useless.
To solve the problem, the martial artist Wen Yan, whom he initially didn't care about, was now the most crucial core.
His wrist flipped, and three gold coins appeared in his hand; as soon as he tossed the coins, he pressed his hands onto the altar.
In an instant, the three gold coins dispersed, a ripple like a rapidly expanding bubble spread out, sweeping across instantly.
The boss lifted his head, reflecting Wen Yan's figure in his eyes.
Wen Yan's brows slightly furrowed; the familiar sensation rushing at him told him he couldn't dodge.
Domain.
A domain unfolded, and given his trait, Wen Yan often strayed into domains, was directly engulfed.
