The words had barely left his lips.
The black gold flames on Wu Mingyuan's wings, as well as those on the mountain walls that seemed to be trying to corrode and invade the Spiritual Power Shield, rushed towards the Taoist's left hand like a tide.
A moment later.
Jin Xu had another small round bead in the palm of his hand. However, this one was slightly larger than the brownish-red one.
"There, I've fulfilled your wish. Now, I wonder if you could fulfill one of mine?"
The little Taoist was now leaning forward, riding on the back of the Black Phoenix, his right hand fingers deeply embedded in the other's neck, as he asked in a calm tone.
Though his words were calm, to Wu Mingyuan, they sounded like the summoning of the Dead by Yama, abruptly waking him from his stunned state.
"Impossible, impossible!"
The Black Phoenix's voice became somewhat sharp due to the shock.
