The resentful energy was scorched like that, retreating rapidly like tendrils, and the pot shook violently. With a loud bang, the pot burst open, revealing a yin evil infant ghost trembling and curling up at the bottom of the pot, not daring to escape.
Ci Zhen let out a sigh of relief as he crawled out of another exit, but before he could completely exhale, his face darkened, adding a cold chill to his already gloomy expression.
He thought they were just two little bugs, not having enough time to gather everything, and it had forced him to use the Puppet Talisman, almost preventing his escape.
He had been careless.
Forget it, as long as he was still alive, he could refine it again. There was no shortage of people in this world.
Ci Zhen sneered, about to get up, when suddenly darkness loomed before him. He looked up alertly to see a massive shadow pressing down on him.
