Had to follow along, but ended up with one misfortune after another.
Now even Uncle looks down on him, calling him a fool.
Damn it!
If it weren't for me, would you even know about this place?
And now you think I'm a burden?
Now, both my body and divine soul are severely injured, with so many vengeful spirits behind me, you want me to face them alone?
I might not even withstand this at my peak, let alone now.
Who else am I supposed to follow?
Thinking of this, Yan Sen hurriedly pulled out three black long needles from his storage bag and fiercely stabbed them into Shanzhong, Qi Sea, and other major acupuncture points.
The black needles were inscribed with dense Yin scripts. As they pierced in, his pupils shrank to needlepoint size, and his aura weirdly surged.
With his speed increased several times, he finally caught up with Yan Weiyi, only to receive a look of disgust.
