In an instant, the scattered black energy was surrounded by the sacred radiance falling from the forty-nine holy tripods, instantly emitting blood-curdling screams.
The next second, Jiang Chen waved his hand. The forty-nine rotating holy tripods rapidly shrank, compressing the countless wisps of black energy together until they once again formed a deeply twisted, agonizingly struggling black phantom.
The entity’s body churned with black energy, clawing and thrashing as if suffering unimaginable torture within the swirling, sacred light.
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