"Life Replacement Talisman?" Zhou Qing's pupils slightly contracted, his heart filled with alarm.
Just as he was about to make a move, a peculiar tremor came from beneath his feet.
The originally solid ground of the wasteland rippled like a water surface, countless dense array patterns emerged from the soil, swimming across the earth like living creatures.
These array patterns were not ordinary vermilion marks but were made from some kind of translucent gelatinous substance, shimmering with a disturbing oily light in the sunlight.
"Friend, do you think I would fall so easily?" The voice of Li Wusheng came from all directions, echoing eerily.
"As a loose cultivator without a sect or support..." The voice in the void suddenly turned cold, "How could I act without thorough preparation?"
Zhou Qing's face turned extremely unpleasant, feeling that this was even more cunning than Second Sister.
Indeed, none who reach the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm are simple.
