Pop pop pop!
Li Yan's fingers rapidly tapped key acupoints on his arm and chest, sealing them, then he formed a mantra and chanted: "Qing Jia! The heavens rescue souls, strictly oversee Beifeng. Divine Lord receives command, sweeping away misfortune, Eight Might Vomiting Poison, Fierce Horses Four Directions..."
This is the North Emperor Exorcism Technique, its curse-breaking power even stronger.
Even so, the dense skeleton-like red spots still spread like living creatures toward his right arm, the chilling curse power continuously eroding the meridians and divine soul.
"What a powerful spell!"
Wang Daoxuan's expression changed dramatically.
He neglected his internal injuries, struggling to get up and assist.
In terms of understanding the art of curses, he was a genius, and he knew well the terror of this curse, especially since it was cast by an Earth Immortal, which was life-threatening.
However, Li Yan raised his hand and said, "No worries, don't move!"
