Wang Sijing's voice sounded like a cuckoo crying blood, so tragic it could move both men and women to tears.
Lin Tian seemed utterly unperturbed. As if joking, this woman had long hated him to the bone. Whether she spoke or not, what difference did it make?
Besides, now she was in his hands, unable to do anything except utter some harsh words.
Lin Tian's attention was fully focused on the large array beneath his feet. He was sensing it, having just plucked out the two eyeballs of the statues. What would happen? Would it be as Wang Sijing claimed, with everyone facing death, or would the array be broken?
The heavens do not disappoint those who persevere. Just now, the feeling of being trapped in a quagmire with his feet seized by evil spirits disappeared. His body regained its lightness, feeling as if he were stepping on cotton.
Additionally, the sensation of Spiritual Qi drain was gone. Lin Tian almost let out a moan of comfort.
