Chapter 575: 472: Last Chance, Disaster Strikes_2
Li Wenshe’s eyes, clear-cut in black and white, slightly shifted as he smiled and said, "Seniority and respect cannot be reversed. Since that’s the case, I’ll do as you, my junior, have suggested."
Muttering an incantation, he pointed his finger as if it were a sword.
Tracing curves through the air, he crafted an array of ancient and obscure blood-colored talismans.
"Swiftly!"
With the talisman completed, Li Wenshe thrust his finger forward abruptly.
Yet this thrust was not into the empty air, but directly through the talisman itself!
The dense power atop instantly fused with Li Wenshe’s being. His arm rapidly engorged with blood, turning a flushed red and its surface covered with fine black snake scales.
Hiss!
Like a python soaring through the air to seize its prey.