All manner of thoughts flashed through their minds.
Aside from Evil Fire Ascetic, whose reaction was a little slow, the others all sensed something was wrong.
"Not good!"
The Brocade-robed Big Man let out a thunderous shout, and the Body-Protecting Spirit Light around him burst forth with a boom. But it was already too late. In the next instant, green light flashed at his side, and then his protective spirit shield was torn open as if it were brocade cloth. A terrifying Ghost Claw shot out without the slightest warning, its ten fingers razor-sharp, its speed even more astonishing.
It plunged into his back in one stroke, and blood gushed wildly out. Even for a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, with such grievous wounds, his fleshly body was certain to perish—unless he had a Resurrection Talisman. But that was impossible.
The brocade-robed Venerable's eyes bulged wide, his expression full of rancor. Though he had sensed something was wrong, he had not imagined the other party would be so vicious and ruthless. Why on earth had he struck to kill?
But that was no longer important.
Spiritual light flashed, and a Nascent Soul about an inch tall appeared above his head, clutching a round pearl the size of a longan fruit in its hands, flustered and frantic as it tried to find a way to escape.
Unfortunately, it was doomed to be in vain.
Since the other party had spared no effort to set up this trap, how could he possibly let him leave?
A great net appeared in sight.
Though the Nascent Soul used the art of Teleportation, before this Heaven-Net Trap, it was still futile. It crashed headlong into it, and then the treasure's restrictions activated, leaving him unable to move.
"Why?"
The brocade-robed Venerable shouted in stunned fury, baleful qi