Can fire restrain the resentful spirits within the Soul-devouring Banner?
Just as this thought arose in Wang Wu's mind, he saw the yin energy from the Soul-devouring Banner above grow stronger, absorbing all the excess flames.
"Let me knock you down!"
Old Niu suddenly roared, charging towards the Soul-devouring Banner, but ended up hitting nothing, as if the banner was a phantom.
"Hahaha, West Wilderness Little Demon, you are so straightforward and cute. Niu Niu, why not join me and become a Spirit Beast?"
Outside the gray circle, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivator let out a bizarre laugh, holding a small, intricate Soul-devouring Banner in hand.
"Courting death!"
Old Niu, filled with anger, was about to charge outside the gray circle when the ground suddenly caved in beneath him, and the Little Wild Boar emerged.
"Big brother, third brother, hurry and leave!"
But in the next second, Wolf Bu'er swiftly pinned him down, like holding a small mouse.
