"Jiang Nuo, did you hear that? It seems like someone is screaming in agony?"
Jiang Nuo denied, "No."
"Could I have been hearing things?" Zhan Zhengtong was uncertain.
Of course, it wasn't Zhan Zhengtong's imagination. Although the villa had fallen into the deep pit of an array, they were cultivators, after all, with some mastery of spells, not so easily to die from a fall.
It was just that the villa suddenly collapsed, catching them off guard.
Once they regained their senses, they each drew their weapons, trying to escape danger and fly away.
However, at that moment, they felt a pain in their chests, and a blinding black light shot out from their chests, burning their clothes and the hands they wanted to use to cover their chests.
"Ah..."
They screamed in agony.
The source of the black light was the tattoos on their chests. Not long ago, Lady Dongfang had arranged for someone to re-embroider them, saying it was for some secret mission.
