Hu Fang's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's tip, and cold sweat as large as soybeans instantly seeped from his forehead.
As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Liufeng Sacred Land, he understood better than anyone what that talisman paper glowing with a ghostly blue light represented— a Fifth Grade Nether Talisman that could make the entire Lieyin County tremble!
"Crazy, crazy, you're simply a madman!"
Hu Fang's voice changed tone, as if someone was squeezing his throat.
His legs began to tremble uncontrollably. This was a top-tier killing tool even revered by the Seven Great Forces, something that ordinary cultivators might never see in their lifetime!
Hu Fang despairingly found that his feet had already been firmly fixed to the ground by a layer of thin ice.
The Extreme Cold Power spread madly along his meridians, making it extremely difficult even to mobilize his soul power.
