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The flame that had been gathering in the Holy Lord's throat was instantly interrupted and extinguished uncontrollably, leaving only a laughable wisp of blue smoke.
His entire soul was completely imprisoned by an irresistible force.
Lin Ci slowly raised his right palm and made a gentle clenching motion in the air in the direction of the Holy Lord.
"I think you haven't figured something out yet."
A tearing pain instantly pierced through every inch of the Holy Lord's soul.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was mercilessly crushing his existence, trying to mold him into the most primitive fragments.
The Holy Lord's soul twisted and flickered violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Lin Ci didn't stop; instead, she tightened her grip even more.
"I am now your master."
The Holy Lord felt that his soul was about to be scattered.
The ultimate fear of being completely wiped out was something he had never experienced since birth.
Lin Ci's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion; each word was like a heavy hammer, striking the Holy Lord's proud soul.
Tell me, who's the boss?
As he uttered these words, Lin Ci unleashed the overwhelming aura emanating from the depths of his soul from his Spirit Binding Technique.
From the Lord's perspective, the entire world disappeared.
He became a humble mayfly, floating in the endless dark void.
Before him, a towering figure, beyond description, slowly emerged.
The figure seemed to be the universe itself; its face was obscured, yet it exuded an immeasurable aura of a creator god.
The deity slowly extended a hand that blotted out the sky.
The hand wasn't falling fast, but the Holy Lord felt as if he was about to be completely torn apart by that unparalleled power.
Submission is the only option.
Fear overwhelmed everything.
"It's you! Boss!"
The Holy Lord used all his strength to utter this terrified cry.
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Lin Ci's face.
He let go.
That terrifying pressure, capable of crushing everything, vanished instantly.
The Holy Lord's soul slumped down, panting heavily, and once again felt the sensation of "existence".
He came to life.
Valon, who had witnessed everything, was completely dumbfounded.
That once invincible Holy Lord was, in Lin Ci's hands, simply a toy that could be manipulated at will.
Lin Ci's power far exceeded his imagination.
Valon's back was already soaked with cold sweat without him even realizing it.
But then, a feeling of relief welled up inside me.
Fortunately, they are friends.
The piercing sound of sirens echoed through the night sky.
Blake's reinforcements finally arrived, and dozens of police officers surrounded the four members of the Black Hand gang.
But he still couldn't grasp the true value of the phrase, "use magic to fight magic."
Just then, a swirling cloud of black mist appeared out of nowhere on the beach.
An old man with white hair, dressed in a black robe and holding a magic wand, slowly emerged from the black mist.
His voice was hoarse, like dry bones rubbing together.
"Ah, it smells like a talisman."
Blake immediately raised his gun and aimed it at him warily.
"who are you?"
At that moment, Jackie Chan also ran over from the side; he was lucky not to have fallen to his death.
During the fierce battle between Xiaoyu and Afen in the air, Afen was tricked by Xiaoyu and crashed headfirst into a cliff, falling to the ground.
Jackie Chan happened to fall on him and narrowly escaped death.
But Xiaoyu's aircraft had also run out of fuel and was now pitifully hanging on a tree branch on the edge of the cliff.
When Jackie Chan saw the white-haired old man, he asked in the same way, "Who are you?"
The white-haired old man was too lazy to waste words with these people.
He raised his wand high.
"Gan, Wen, Cui!"
Chapter 17 Damn it, Gan, you're a complete waste!
The moment he finished speaking, three dark assassins emerged from the black mist in front of him.
Blake immediately knew the visitor was up to no good and shouted.
"All alert!"
The white-haired old man is naturally Daolong.
A contemptuous smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
A sinister green light suddenly shone from the tip of his wand.
The next second, the beach surface seemed to turn into quicksand.
Jackie Chan, Blake, and all the police officers around them were uncontrollably trapped.
Only their heads were left sticking out, unable to move.
Jackie Chan struggled for a moment, his face full of disbelief.
"Another magician!"
Daolong ignored him completely and gave orders to his dark assassin.
"Gan Wencui, go and snatch the talisman from me!"
The three assassins instantly transformed into three afterimages and pounced on Rasu and his group.
Afu's enormous figure stood like a mountain, blocking their way.
"If you want to steal the talisman, you'll have to get past me first."
Gan, Wen, and Cui exchanged glances.
They seemed to think Afu was joking and didn't take him seriously at all.
The three figures blurred and instantly surrounded Afu.
Even if Afu is incredibly powerful, he can't possibly defeat three Dark Assassins who are far stronger than him at the same time.
The battle ended quickly.
After a dazzling barrage of attacks, Afu was knocked away and lost consciousness.
Upon seeing this, Rasu was both shocked and furious.
"Hey, you guys are so rude!"
He immediately activated the snake talisman, making his body instantly invisible, intending to launch a sneak attack.
However, the Dark Assassin can detect the presence of magic.
Rasu had nowhere to hide from them.
Gan didn't even turn around; he delivered a precise spinning back kick, landing squarely on empty air.
Rasu's figure appeared out of thin air, and with a muffled groan, he was kicked away.
Zhou raised the dragon talisman and aimed it at them.
"Try the taste of fire dragon!"
A shockwave containing terrifying explosive energy erupted out.
But the Dark Assassin was faster than anyone could imagine, easily dodging the attack.
They seized the opportunity when Zhou was attacking and kicked him to the ground.
Ah Fen was still unconscious at this time.
Daolong's face revealed an excited and cruel smile.
"Kill them and bring me all the talismans!"
Gan, Wen, and Cui summoned their respective weapons.
Boomerang, sledgehammer, nunchaku.
They approached the collapsed Lasu and Zhou step by step, their murderous intent palpable.
Just at this critical moment, a clear, cold voice suddenly came from beside them.
"The character '离' (li) is composed of the characters '赤炼' (chi lian)."
The moment the words fell.
A crimson fireball the size of a millstone materialized out of thin air, carrying a scorching heat capable of burning everything, and hurtled towards the dark figure.
Before Gan, Wen, and Cui could turn around, they were locked onto by the terrifying heat that rushed towards them.
Gan's reaction speed was extremely fast; his body turned into a blurry afterimage as he instantly dodged to the side.