Above the space, a grand will descended and a human figure emerged beside Ning Qi.
Not far from the desk and bookshelf, the newly condensed figure appeared instantly next to Ning Qi, becoming more and more solid, revealing the form of the Saint Ancestor.
In the void, countless golden chains clanked and swayed, like whips or arrows, shooting towards Ning Qi, and already flew within a zhang of him.
However, in the next moment, they suddenly softened like limp ropes, completely slackening and disappearing in an instant.
Not far away, the black mule, obedient to Ning Qi's orders, stared at Ning Qi's position blankly, mouth agape.
It had followed Ning Qi into this place, always thinking it was very safe here, never expecting it was due to Ning Qi and the protection of a dead leaf.
Now it just realized that there is great terror hidden here.
From the two phantom shadows that suddenly appeared, it felt a terrifying force, enough to easily extinguish it.
