C91 Qian Talisman

"He, he..." The injured old Taoist stammered, repeating the word twice before suddenly opening his mouth. A jet of black light burst forth, hurtling directly at Feng Yimo's face!

Feng Yimo stood opposite the old man, his left hand cradling the Taoist's right arm, mere two feet separating them. At such proximity, dodging was out of the question. As the black light neared his face