C470 The Duke of Qin Ying Zheng

The golden light, in the eyes of the crowd, grew noticeably thicker. Wang Jian, who was trapped in the cage, was being slowly cut off at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black smoke rising from his body almost filled the entire cage.

"Ah!" Wang Jian frantically cried out. Because he was originally a ghost, this golden light beam did not have any obstacles. Even if he killed Wang Jian