Seeing this, Pei An did not hesitate for a single moment. Eighteen talismans once again converged into an array, surrounding Ye Wu.
Each talisman emitted golden light.
At the corner of Ye Wu's bleeding lips, however, a faint smile appeared.
One talisman was equivalent to a strong cultivator of the Body Integration Realm.
Eighteen talismans were equivalent to eighteen strong cultivators of different styles in the Body Integration Realm.
However.
Talismans are dead.
People are alive.
The seemingly different talismans were truly commanded by only one person, Pei An.
Control—this is Pei An's path.
The eighteen talismans transformed into flowing gold chains, heading towards Ye Wu to strangle her.
At this moment.
Ye Wu suddenly glanced at the sky.
The current sky already had a full moon hanging high, its cold light enveloping the entire land.
Whether the sun, moon, stars, or all creations of the world, each has its own path, its own way.
But at this moment.
