The paper effigy possessed by the Night-Wandering Spirit stared coldly at Li Yanchu. “Thanks to you, young Daoist, this watchdog has suffered grievous damage to its vital energy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to devour him.” He took a deep breath, a sinister and eerie smile spreading across his face. “Once I consume your spirit, my cultivation will recover further.”0

Then, he waved his hand, sending out a surge of dense blood-red light.0

Boom!0

At this time, Li Yanchu unleashed a punch. From the center of the two of them, a massive shockwave spread outward, causing the ground to quake and mountains to shake.0

Seeing this, the Night-Wandering Spirit frowned slightly. This Daoist Wang Quan actually possesses such martial cultivation?! It was simply astonishing!2

His gaze shifted to the forbidden land, where a powerful magical artifact was...0