"What?" Roland froze slightly. He focused his gaze carefully, and his face instantly revealed a look of shock.
"Indeed, these six people do not possess souls, nor do they have a trace of yang energy in their bodies. They are completely composed of a soil with a special texture..."
"I did not expect people of later generations to actually create such a bizarre technique."
"However... why do I feel that technique looks a bit familiar?"
"Hero Roland, you being familiar with it is exactly right!" Alex hurriedly nodded and said in a deep voice.
"Do you still remember your nemesis, Daoist Hundred Harms?"
Mentioning this title, cold intent instantly burst from Roland's eyes. "Of course I remember!"
"That despicable and cunning Shaman who casually manipulated the dead and toyed with the living. Even if he turned to ashes, this old man would recognize him!"
