Ring, ring, ring! 0

An extremely piercing ringing sound interrupted the old man’s shout, causing everyone to cover their ears with agonized expressions. By the time the sound of the bell subsided, Li Huowang’s blade was already placed at the man’s neck.0

“Keke, Taoist, what are you doing?” asked the old man, his expression still calm despite the sharp blade pressed against his neck.0

“Why are you asking me what I’m doing? I should be the one asking you what you’re doing! What gods are you summoning?!” asked Li Huowang. At the same time, he applied some pressure on the charred blade, drawing a trace of blood. Nothing good would happen, no matter what deities or gods the shaman was summoning; he had not encountered anything good ever since he came to this wretched place.0

The man chuckled,...0