"I might not be able to walk out of your flag array, but in return, you shouldn't think about walking out of my Fog Array either." Wu Liang chuckled mischievously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the trendy young man conjured up a strange little voodoo doll in his hand again.
Watching him fiercely stab the doll's arm with a sharp implement, Wu Liang didn't even bother to try to stop him.
Squelch—
The blade pierced the doll's arm.
"Ah!! What did you do!"
But disturbingly, it wasn't Wu Liang who screamed, but the trendy young man holding the doll.
At this moment, a ghastly wound on his arm was bleeding profusely.
"Oh, I recognize this doll. That fake old man used it on me before. Fun feeling the backlash, isn't it?" Wu Liang grinned and approached his opponent.
Seeing him planning to approach his comrades, the members of the Promised Land around them quickly took out their long-hidden supernatural objects to stop Wu Liang's advance.
