Gasping in pain, Taoist Yun relentlessly threw various talismans at Qianxun, hoping these would work on the demon.
However, he soon despairingly discovered that these things were completely ineffective against Qianxun.
For a moment, Taoist Yun was even more bewildered.
"You... how are you so powerful? This Thunder Talisman was drawn by my ancestor a thousand years ago, capable of killing ghosts and demons alike, how is it useless against you?" Taoist Yun was utterly shocked.
Hearing this, Qianxun disdainfully tore apart the Thunder Talisman he had placed high hopes on, then sneered coldly, "This thing couldn't seal me a thousand years ago, and you still think you can deal with me using an outdated relic? You'd be better off using the Magic Artifact you refined yourself!"
Staring slack-jawed at Qianxun tearing apart the Thunder Talisman he had treasured for years, Taoist Yun suddenly felt his entire worldview collapse.
Was this really not an illusion?
