A patch of red appeared on the giant eye, and the red quickly seeped into the gaps, filling them.
The size of the giant eye instantly doubled, as if a mere blink could crush the people inside.
The old Taoist slammed his horsetail whisk into the ground.
Countless white hairs spread from the whisk, instantly covering the entire Array.
Zhen Sha'an's chest caved in, his body hunched over, and he finally fell to his knees, thinking: If this person were alive, how terrifying would he be?
Xu Zhenrong's hands formed a Seal, and her mask flew off, revealing an exquisite face.
The mask transformed into seven masks of different colors, then dispersed on its own.
"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"
Without the shelter of the whisk, various colored masks alternated on the old Taoist's face like chains bound to it.
Li Zhiyuan: Did she hide something?
No, this must be an extension based on the Nuo Puppetry Technique; this idea must be recorded.
