Gradually, those bone necklaces also began to sway, the mountain wind roared, the spirit of the mountains and rivers gathered again, the gale howled, as if one by one wild beasts were pouncing up and down in the thick fog.
Even the swarm and shadows in the distance were dispersed.
Although Lv San was injured, he managed to buy more time.
In front of the magic platform behind them, Wang Daoxuan finally picked up the third Magic Arrow, bit his fingertip to smear blood, then performed the mantra and inserted it into the straw man with a puff, took two steps back, shook his Daoist robe, stepped with four-direction steps, and suddenly bowed.
"Roar!"
A roar suddenly rang out in the thick fog.
It was no longer the previous shriek, more like some sort of wild beast.
Boom!
The previously gathered swarm exploded, and those dense black mist figures also dispersed simultaneously.
