But he let out a long breath because the rubbing of his left hand at his chest was finished.
Raising his hand, he met the blade with a purple talisman, and Liao Huo's powerful elephant stomp, mustering all his strength, couldn't press down any further.
Meng Chuan silently regretted for Liao Huo, too slow!
"Reprieve! Command! Suppress! Restrict! Seal!"
Each word was concise and powerful, and the purple talisman exploded with a roar!
As Chen Zhiming's voice echoed like a spring thunder, Liao Huo's body suddenly trembled as if he was once again being restrained by a restriction like the Cold Abyss Soul Lock.
He felt as if someone had slapped him hard, something seemed to drill into his brain through his ear, tugging at his nerves, and Liao Huo groaned.
Chen Zhiming had been gathering strength for a long time, and the power of the talisman far exceeded his expectations, not something that could be broken free from in a short time.
