The black gas in Little Taotie's palm began to disperse slightly, turning into strands like ropes that wrapped around Little Taotie's body, seemingly binding her.
The black gas ropes climbed up Little Taotie's neck, and she felt somewhat suffocated.
Nie Qing cast a talisman, reaching out to tear at the black gas. "Hold on, just a little more."
Just when Little Taotie thought she was about to succeed, she saw Little Braids and the incense burner both beginning to crack.
Little Taotie's heart was in a panic, unsure whether to stop or continue.
If she extracted all the black gas, it would break the sorcery, but if the sorcery broke, the incense burner would also break, and Little Braids might scatter and disappear!
"Brother Nie, what should I do?" Little Taotie's eyes were red at the corners.
