Thanks to the profound principles of Heretic Dao, the power inside those small slips of paper was wild, chaotic, and far too strong to ignore.
Even though these talismans were 2nd Order in nature, they had realm-surpassing capabilities even if barely.
A faint change appeared on Loken's face, the first hint of worry. The combined force of seven talismans was too much even for him. Especially for a borrowed Core Formation body. It would injure him severely even if it failed to kill him.
Loken's expression grew grim as the seven broken bodies shot toward him from all directions, fire and killing intent burning off them like a storm.
Loken clenched his hands so tightly that the red lightning around his fingers flickered in anger. His face twisted with fury as he shouted.
"Haah! You bastards! Do you think you can make a fool of me with petty tricks?"
