The use of the Blood-Stained Talisman taught those evil cultivators from Ten Thousand City what true pain was.
Terrifying blackish-yellow flames continuously burned across their bodies.
The flames burned only blood, not flesh.
Under such Curse Fire, their vital blood was rapidly burned away, and their skin visibly withered and aged...
They all lay on the ground, screaming miserably:
"Ah! Ah!"
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
"Evil King, save us! Save us..."
The surrounding waiters and lackeys were all scared out of their wits.
In the distance, the Evil King was currently fighting one against two. Though he could use his unique intangibility ability to handle Wang Ye and Master, who were locking down his acupoints, it was clearly impossible for him to break away and save them.
Besides, they were merely lackeys from Ten Thousand City.
Neither their status nor their cultivation was enough to make Kong Lingqi save them.
Although I had taken out those evil cultivators, I also felt the pressure multiply.
The blood-red chains released by the altar were continuously growing stronger, locking my body in place.
Just now, I could still turn around and draw talismans to fight, attacking those evil cultivators from Ten Thousand City.
But as the blood-red chains tightened, I was already becoming unable to fight.
More than ten rune evil ghosts were still besieging me.
My movements were becoming severely distorted. If this continued, in thirty seconds at most, I might completely lose my fighting ability and become a living target.
If those evil cultivators from Ten Thousand City had been patient enough to wait a few more seconds, then instead of killing them, I would have been the one in danger.
I knew getting myself out of this was a real headache.
Because aside from firmly restraining me, these