The Town Mansion Spirit was dressed like a scholar, identical to the statue in the field, holding a pen in one hand and a book in the other.
After Zhao Wenhe spoke, he slightly raised his right hand holding the pen, as if sketching something in the air.
Then he unfolded the book in his left hand, and with a stroke of the pen.
In the distance.
Suddenly, fissures appeared in the void, like a spider web, enveloping Sun Huai'an and Nie Shensha.
Ripping space?
What lay before us was no illusion; the Town Mansion Spirit truly tore space apart, using the array here.
"Puff!"
In the distance, spiritual light flourished, several chunks of flesh fell, and the two figures vanished.
"Hmm..."
The Town Mansion Spirit's eyes flickered, speaking slowly:
"My main body is being refined by others, making it difficult to fully control the array here. Those two might not be dead."
"However, they are severely injured and trapped in the void fissures, their chances of survival are slim."
