A cold wind blew, and everything was reduced to ashes.
Three shrill screams came from afar above. Their divided souls had been destroyed, and they were severely weakened. It would probably take countless years for them to recover.
The tomb, which had been shaking and filled with the roars of demons, had suddenly fallen silent. The demons were clearly afraid and stopped attacking their cell doors, instead remaining quiet and pretending to be asleep.
At this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Talisman once again erupted with a strong divine light, which, with the blessing of the celestial stars, shot directly towards a certain location.
The location of that unnamed being!
Terrifying waves of energy spread outwards, clearly indicating that the being was attempting to resist.
But as time went by, the momentum that had been building up slowly began to decline.
Clearly, even that being could not withstand the peak power of this Demon-Suppressing Array.
It let out a series of unwilling roars, but in the end, that terrifying aura disappeared.
Sensing that even that being had failed, the demons on the other levels realized the situation and gave up their attempt to storm the prison.
At this moment, beams of divine light emanated from the bottom up, enveloping each level of the prison, and countless runes that were about to disappear lit up again.
Countless demons roared in fear and dread. They had been suppressed here for countless years and had finally found an opportunity to tempt the spirit born on the divine talisman to malfunction. They were on the verge of breaking free, but their efforts ultimately failed.
With this demon-suppressing formation back to its peak, they have no chance for the foreseeable future.
I'm not reconciled!
Zuan was panting heavily, his whole body already soaked in cold sweat. Luckily, he still had two more chances to freeload, otherwise he would have been done for today.
It turns out that they had deliberately saved one opportunity as a trump card to deal with Zhao Hao, but they never expected that one freebie would not be enough.
He stared at the flickering divine rune with lingering fear. When he was repairing the other party, he felt as if the other party was a terrifying black hole, sucking him dry countless times and directly consuming his two freebie opportunities.
If it weren't for the fact that Jing Teng and he had become one in spirit and body, resulting in him also possessing the aura of divine runes, he doubted that even if he had a few more freebies, he probably wouldn't be enough.
Jing Teng and the Ghost King stared blankly at the Demon-Suppressing Talisman that shone like the sun in mid-air, their faces full of disbelief: "It has actually recovered to its peak?"
As beings born of divine symbols, they naturally understand it best.
The Demon-Suppressing Talismans have indeed returned to normal. The key is that they no longer need to return to them, nor do they need to have their intelligence erased to replenish their essence.
Are we truly free?
Even the Ghost King couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister, you really have a good eye for men. You chose me the first time, and he the second time."
Jing Teng rolled his eyes. "You're just trying to make yourself look good. How can you compare to him?"
Seemingly sensing her thoughts, the Ghost King also felt a little embarrassed.
“Brother Zu!” Jing Teng looked at Zu An with deep affection.
Having narrowly escaped death, Zuan couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing her.
"Hey, hey, I'm still inside her body, don't... don't stick out your tongue..." The Ghost King's panicked voice rang out.
Jing Teng was both ashamed and anxious, her chest heaving rapidly, then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Tengteng, what's wrong?" Zu'an asked in alarm.
At this moment, Jing Teng opened his eyes again, but his expression was completely different from before. He pushed him away and said, "Don't hug me like that."
Zu'an was startled: "Ghost King?"
"What Ghost King? That sounds awful. My name is Jing Teng, of course." The Ghost King's voice rang out.
Seeing the strange look in her eyes, she was a little annoyed: "Fine, my sister likes to wear white stockings, but I prefer black stockings. You can call me Hei Jingteng from now on."
"By the way, do you prefer white stockings or black stockings?" she suddenly asked curiously.
“I like…” Zuan’s breath hitched, and he almost blurted out, “Is this the time to say these things?”
“Why not? I think it’s unbearable that my sister, who is already so old, insists on wearing white stockings to try and look young,” Hei Jingteng muttered.
"What exactly happened to your sister?" Zu'an had no time to argue with her about these things, staring at her with hostility. "You violated her body?"
“What do you mean by invasion? This is my body,” Hei Jingteng snorted, then said in a sad tone, “My sister is dying soon, and I am dying soon too.”
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