A burst of icy cold energy suddenly erupted.
A Petrified Evil Ghost charging at him was instantly "frozen" by the extreme chill, its movements becoming exceptionally sluggish.
Another Dragon Group member raised his hand and brought down a staff, smashing it to pieces.
This was Zheng Yi's ability and primary incantation. After striking an enemy, it could drastically reduce their movement and agility, exposing their weaknesses.
Daoist Qingshan and Mao Jing mainly relied on the Qingcheng Twelve Spells, aside from their sharp, graceful swordsmanship.
The Azure Sky Talisman, Golden Light Spell, Wind-Breaking Incantation, and others were their primary techniques.
Once our group came together, we immediately beat the evil entities in the warehouse into helpless submission.
Every one of us was among the best in the mystical world.
Though we were young, we were no pushovers.
In any sect, each of us possessed cultivation and Daoist skill comparable to an elder's, along with extremely rich combat experience.
So these little evil ghosts and Petrified Evil Ghosts were basically being slaughtered one-sidedly.
But it wasn't over yet. We had only been fighting for a short while when the window to our right shattered with a bang.
A middle-aged man was hurled inside from outside.
He wore casual clothes and held a bone artifact in his hand. He was clearly also a Black Shaman.
He hit the ground and coughed up blood, unable to get back up for the moment.
The next second, True Person Jade Soul flew in through the broken window.
Three Dragon Group members behind him swiftly followed inside.
At this point, all three of our main assault squads had gathered in the chicken farm's warehouse.
We saw one another, as well as the warehouse full of evil entities.
Several Dragon Group members behind True Person Jade Soul spoke