Wu Xiaode stood motionless in his place.
The mist enshrouded him.
He waited a while longer, until there was no movement at all in the great hall, then he carefully looked down at his feet.
The entire hall was left with countless cracks.
The arms that had suddenly appeared had all retracted underground, their destination unknown.
This spell was too terrifying.
If his knife hadn't been quicker by that split second—
The consequences would've been too ghastly to imagine.
A deep unease surged in Wu Xiaode's heart.
Who could contend with such a spell?
Suddenly, he remembered something.
The Demon Armor could absorb souls!
But just now, the armor hadn't reacted at all—could it be that it wasn't able to absorb the souls of those two people?
—Drip drip drip!
His mobile phone suddenly rang.
Without hesitation, Wu Xiaode crushed the phone, threw it with all his might, and it smashed violently against a wall dozens of meters away.