Jian Yiying has gone mad; she doesn't want to let anyone go, including those who participated in the event outside.
She hated evil and resented the world.
Why did she die such a tragic death while they lived such good lives?
Go to hell, all of you!
Jian Yiying muttered incantations, and the bone dragon let out a long roar as it swooped down towards the people on the ground.
The man in black robes stepped forward, his scythe growing several times larger and longer. He leaped onto the bone dragon's head and stabbed at the firefly between the dragon's brows.
However, the bone dragon was originally an ancient divine creature, and even though it has been dead for ten thousand years, it is not so easy to deal with.
The bone dragon swung its massive head, sending the man in black robes flying into the air before he managed to regain his footing.
Guan Shengye no longer knew what expression to wear in the face of this great battle.
Seeing that Yao Yan didn't seem worried at all, she was very curious: "You're not worried about your husband? What if that little guy gets trampled to death by a dragon?"
Yao Yan rolled her eyes at him, "My husband is incredibly powerful, how could he possibly be trampled to death by this dragon that's just a skeleton?"
The three below craned their necks to watch as the man in black robes resumed wielding his large scythe, gliding it across the bone dragon's joints before pushing it away.
The bone dragon howled in pain, as if some sore spot had been touched, and the glowing light between its brows dimmed.
"Yaoyao, draw a seal!"
Yao Yan gave an OK sign, pulled a large calligraphy brush from his pocket, looked around, and grabbed Guan Shengye's wrist.
"What?" Guan Shengye asked, puzzled.
Zong Ao stood to the side and silently handed over the dagger.
Yao Yan glanced at him; the way he handed over the knife was quite convenient.
He took the dagger and swiftly and accurately stabbed Guangyan's arm.
While squeezing blood from below, he said to Zong Ao, "Don't gloat, you can't escape either."
The ancient dragon was too big; ordinary sealing talismans wouldn't work. Its blood had to be mixed with cinnabar, and even a bowl of it wouldn't be enough.
Fortunately, there were these two strong men. If he and Yi Mu, with their small bodies, were to perform the bloodletting, they probably would have collapsed before the incantation was even properly drawn.
After Guan Shengye was released from prison, he exercised regularly and his physical fitness was excellent.
Guan Shengye watched in astonishment as Yao Yan pulled a large bowl, cinnabar, and various small stones from his pocket.
Is there some kind of other dimension connected to his pocket?
One thousand milliliters of blood mixed with cinnabar, dipped in a large brush, and Yao Yan began to draw talismans on the ground.
Once the talisman was drawn, Yao Yan blew a whistle, and the black-robed man lured the enraged bone dragon toward the talisman.
Jian Yiying saw through their intentions and tried to control the bone dragon to fly back.
A cold glint flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. He used a clone technique to appear in front of Jian Yiying, pressing the scythe in his hand against her neck.
"You little pawn, stirring up trouble for so long, I haven't had time to deal with you, and you think you're someone important."
The Grim Reaper's scythe is specifically designed to capture the souls of the dead. Its power is equivalent to that of a handgun on earth; with just a light strike, it can obliterate the existence of a spirit.
Jian Yiying stared wide-eyed in fear, backing away as she begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'll never do it again, please forgive me, sir!"
The man in black remained silent. Jian Yiying glanced at the door and rushed out.
The man in the black robe curled his lips into a sarcastic smile: "Truly an overconfident ant."
He teleported behind Jian Yiying, hooked his scythe around her neck, and gently slashed her.
When Yi Mu opened the door, he saw this scene.
Jian Yiying slowly collapsed in front of him, and a foul, fishy smell assaulted his face.
Looking at the expressionless face of the man in black robes, Yi Mu held back for a moment, but couldn't help vomiting.
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