C567 Return to the Bar

When Ning Yuanze finally bit his middle finger, he quickly drew an incomprehensible talisman on his wallet. After the last stroke, a gust of cold wind blew in the closed room.

Boom ~ ~ The wallet on the altar suddenly emitted a golden flame without any warning, instantly burning it to ashes.

"Puff ~" Ning Yuanze couldn't descend, and he suffered the backlash of the Spirit Power