Li Qing turned pale, his body swaying unsteadily as a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth—clear evidence of the severe backlash he suffered while casting the soul-confining talisman.
Presting every ounce of his remaining strength to keep himself upright, he stared at Weasel with eyes filled with disbelief and agony.
"How can this be... My cultivation isn't even enough to control this talisman..."
Chapter 112