Seeing this, Jiangliu frowned and was about to form a hand seal to employ some technique, but the ground beneath his feet shifted. A slender black needle emerged and pierced his calf with a soft pfft. It was the Returning Dragon Soul-Seizing Dart Shen Luo had released earlier.
The Returning Dragon Soul-Seizing Dart was incomparably sharp. It immediately passed straight through Jiangliu's leg and stabbed toward the other.
Jiangliu roared in fury and spat out a mass of black-and-red demonic flames, which engulfed the Returning Dragon Soul-Seizing Dart and wrapped tightly around it.
The Returning Dragon Soul-Seizing Dart gave a clear, mournful cry. Its spiritual radiance rapidly weakened, then vanished altogether. It fell to the ground like ordinary iron, greatly shocking the others.
Shen Luo paid this no heed. Taking advantage of the opening while the Returning Dragon Soul-Seizing Dart delayed Jiangliu, he caught up with the purple beads and pointed a finger.
A bone-chilling beam of white light shot from his sleeve and enveloped the purple beads.
A thick layer of white ice crystals immediately formed around the beads, freezing them inside. Their purple radiance dimmed, and they stopped in place.
At the same time, Shen Luo raised his hand and swept it through the air. A golden shadow flashed over him, and the purple beads vanished along with the Golden Short Cone inside them, taken into the Heavenly Register Space.
At this sight, Jiangliu's brows shot up. He formed seals with both hands and pointed at Shen Luo.
A piercing shriek rang out as two pitch-black streaks shot from his hands, faint wisps of black flame flickering over their surfaces. In a flash, they sank into the void and disappeared.
Shen Luo's previously expressionless face darkened. He immediately swept his sleeve in front of him, bringing out several