The Condemn Evil Brush!

The tip of the brush was like a blade, and it was suffused with an illusory glow.

When it came into contact with the last page of the Netherworld Register that was completely blank, a strand of an indescribable force suddenly effused out from the tip of the brush.

After that, he dragged a strike down. It was like a bolt of lightning that was branded on that empty page, and it emanated a unique aura.

This stroke was like a key that opened the door to Samsara!

In an instant, the entire Shaman Spirit Sacrificial Altar fell into an indescribably solemn, dignified, and deathly silent atmosphere.

The world was silence.

Space had frozen.

It seemed like everything had stopped at this instant.

Aruye’s roaring laughter had stopped abruptly along with this. His entire body seemed like a restrained wooden puppet that was stunned on the spot. His pupils had dilated while his face had stiffened, and the space between his brows was filled with astonishment.

He wanted to make a sound yet was unable to open his lips anymore.

He wanted to struggle yet noticed that this strength had been restrained by a mysterious force field, and he was actually unable to lift even a finger.

It was even to the extent that his senses had been chained down and were powerless to charge out from his min...