The moment the sharp laughter appeared, Wang Lin saw a bald man in the distance. He seemed to be stepping on the void as he quickly approached.
"Bei Lou!" Wang Lin's eyes lit up.
"What a good disciple of Qing Lin. You actually used a restriction technique to trap this demon!" Bei Lou closed in after a few steps. When he saw Wang Lin, he was surprised.
"You actually managed to walk this far!" Bei Lou's eyes revealed a strange light.
There was a flash of coldness in Wang Wei's eyes. He let out a cold snort and stepped forward. His right hand formed a seal, and he pointed forward. Immediately, a curtain of rain appeared and shot toward Bei Lou.
Hu Juan stepped into the restriction and bit the tip of her finger to draw a strange rune. The moment the rune appeared, it gave off a ghostly light.