"Crack—"
The power of the Sinful Sea Heavenly Prison Umbrella increased once more, and the surface of the Black Tortoise Great Formation emitted a teeth-grating friction sound, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Meanwhile, Master Ci Hang caught up from afar, chuckling, "Daoist Xuan Sha, why not hand these two people over to this poor monk?"
"Get lost!"
Xuan Sha Lingguan said unceremoniously, "In this official's umbrella, there just happens to be a lack of two main souls; these two are perfectly suitable!"
"Alright, alright, this poor monk's lifelong habit is not to covet what others hold dear, but lending you a hand should be fine, right?"
As Master Ci Hang spoke, he placed his palms together, his lips slightly parted, and began chanting a strange spell once more.
"Crack!"
Cracks began to appear in the Black Tortoise Great Formation, swiftly spreading until they resembled a spider web.
Inside the formation, Chen Sansi and his companion's faces turned deathly pale.
