"Seal his spiritual power before he wakes up."
Two tribe array masters stepped forward quickly, took out several talisman stones engraved with runes from their bosoms, and pressed the stones on the forehead, chest, and wrists of the skinny warlock one after the other.
As soon as the talisman stones embedded in the skin, the weak spiritual power fluctuations within the skinny warlock were completely suppressed, and the magic circulation that had been circulating around him like streams were all dried up in an instant.
The skinny warlock was awakened by a slap. The slap was so heavy that it jerked his head to one side, splitting his mouth into a bloody crack.
He opened his eyes groggily, taking quite some time to adapt to the flickering firelight on the rock wall.
When he saw the few figures standing before him clearly, his heart felt as if it was gripped tightly by an icy hand.
