C251 Mao Shan's Method

His mind was taut, and the sweat on his forehead was blown away by the wind. It was as cold as the winter wind in South Sky City.

The consumption of his soul was extremely severe, as if his soul had been sucked dry in that instant.

Jing Zhizhao's hands could no longer move. His heart was filled with shock as he saw the golden Talisman s land on his body one after another