Just then, the six masses of black mist burst apart simultaneously. Six white masks sprang out, shooting off in every direction.
Ximen Mei raised an eyebrow and swept her slender hand over the disc. Six silver arcs of lightning shot out with a thunderous roar, striking all six masks and smashing them to pieces.
Yet six indistinct shadows emerged, then burrowed underground amid eerie, mournful howls and vanished from sight.
Unhurriedly, the yellow-haired woman tossed the disc high into the air and pointed at it.
The disc spun, transforming into a vast wheel of light roughly a meter across. After just one slow revolution, six crimson spirit inscriptions appeared on its surface.
"Wooo, wooo!"
An incredible sight unfolded!
The six indistinct shadows that had burrowed underground struggled as they shot back out of the soil. Like prey throwing themselves into a net, they plunged into the wheel of light and vanished.
Overjoyed, Ximen Mei formed hand seals with both hands and pointed at the wheel.
Boom!
The wheel burst into a mass of lightning. Amid the flickering arcs, a man's charred body emerged. He looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but his face was pale, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and he was unconscious.
At the same time, the spear-wielding and axe-wielding disciples tossed aside their weapons and lunged at the unconscious man. One pulled a crimson chain from his robes, while the other produced a crimson talisman.
Amid flashes of red light, they swiftly slapped the talisman onto the unconscious man's forehead and bound his body tightly with the crimson chain.
Seeing this, Ximen Mei let out a long breath, her expression finally relaxing.
Just then, an angry roar came from the center of the distant lake, and a pillar of black light shot into the