At the moment when Leyang Wen made it past the crowd and his ten fingers were upon Wen Leyang, suddenly, the scene before his eyes became pitch black. A black beetle that covered the heavens and earth appeared out of thin air without warning, wrapping him up in an instant!

Little Chi Maojiu was shivering all over. His hands were desperately tearing his own vital fire. His vital fire was like a furious and helpless living soul, wailing endlessly under its master’s tearing. Wen Leyang did not recognize the life-taking Witchcraft that little Chi Maojiu was casting, but he could clearly see that black blood with pus was wriggling crookedly out of the dolls seven orifices like an earthworm, flowing out slowly!

However, little Chi Maojiu himself did not notice that. He cursed with a sharp voice at Leyang Wen who was wrapped in countless Bug Spells, "It’s alright if Painting Town had asked for it. If you want to take it by force, over the Miao Bujiao’s dead bodies!"

A few Qing Miao Elders