"Who is the real insect here?"
Nanhua Old Immortal's face was filled with despair, repeating Li Chen's question over and over.
He found it ironically amusing. Having played with eagles his whole life, he ended up being pecked by one. It truly resonated with that Buddhist saying, "Heavenly Dao cycles, cause and effect return."
"Nanhua Old Immortal, relish these last moments of your life here in the human world!"
As he spoke, Li Chen clasped his hands together, quickly forming a seal, urging the Youzhou Tripod to spin rapidly.
Soon, innumerable vengeful spirits, their fangs bared, rushed towards him.
"Give me back my life, give me back my life..."
These were the souls of the living beings he had wronged over the centuries, all now coming to claim his life.
Nanhua Old Immortal, seeing this, tried to form a seal to defend himself.
But in the next moment, his face turned deathly pale.
His True Yuan was actually being confined, unable to perform any Magic?
