Jiangli had Yang Qing mix his own blood into the Restraint Talisman and draw an invisible barrier on the ground.
To Yang Qing and the others, the talisman markings on the ground looked like a drawing with remarkably flowing lines, but whether they would actually work was anyone's guess.
After all, Yang Qing had never drawn a talisman himself before.
Jiangli had come up with this method, so Yang Qing could only treat a dead horse as though it were still alive.
With Wood still there, they could not slaughter the Hidden Clan members afflicted by Yin-Yang Blood.
Although Wood utterly despised those clansmen who were bent on gaining immortality and wealth, deep down, he still wanted to save them if he could.
After all, those people were his clansmen.
This had nothing to do with righteousness and everything to do with attachment to his own people.
In Yang Qing and the others' eyes, the best way to deal with these Hidden Clan members on the verge of turning into corpses was to take their lives. Only then could they eliminate the threat.
But Wood would certainly never be able to deal such a fatal blow.
That was why Jiangli had brought out the Spirit-Communicating Pearl.
Looking at the cut on Yang Qing's fingertip, Wood felt deeply conflicted.
He desperately wanted his clansmen to realize that following the Great Elder down this road into darkness could only end in their destruction.
But Wood knew that getting these people to understand for themselves was as difficult as fishing the moon out of the water or plucking stars from the sky.
"Does this Restraint Talisman really work?"
Wood looked at the talisman markings beside his feet, which gave off a strange aura, with an exceedingly odd expression.
"I don't know. Let's step