Four Beast Talisman, Casting the Soul-Seizing Curse

With a sharp command from Daoist Qingshan, the four talismans flashed with faint yellow light, and waves of talismanic power surged forth.

A circular current formed around us, gathering without dispersing into an invisible "bubble."

The spreading black mist was instantly blocked by the power of the four talismans, ensuring our absolute safety.

At the same time, I could feel the powerful true energy emanating from Daoist Qingshan.

That overwhelming, vibrating aura felt no weaker than my master's—perhaps even stronger.

The black mist left behind by the paper ghost's self-destruction swept and churned around us like a gale, whistling furiously.

The surrounding grass and trees were stripped of all life by the black mist, withering and turning yellow.

We, too, were shrouded in darkness, completely losing sight of everything. We could not see Leng Bingshan's movements at all.

"This black mist is terrifying. It can make plants wither!"

"Good thing Senior's Daoist arts are so powerful, or we really wouldn't have been able to deal with it."

"Master, what's going on with that demon Daoist? How could he still be alive?"

"..."

Everyone stood behind Daoist Qingshan, speaking nervously.

Daoist Qingshan still maintained a one-handed seal as he looked at the black mist outside and said,

"That demon Daoist has mastered some unusual techniques.

The death we saw may not have been a real death."

Daoist Qingshan's tone remained calm, without the slightest ripple in his words.

He gave off the feeling of someone who had weathered great storms, experienced life's ups and downs, and returned to simplicity.

The black mist outside came quickly, but it also vanished quickly.

Before long, the sky-covering black fog had completely dispersed...

Only then did Daoist Qingshan flick his whisk.

The four talismans hovering around us rapidly burned away, turning to ashes and disappearing.