章節 1259: Father On The Verge of Death

A black-clothed man who was initially seated at the back flew into a rage. He swung his right hand once and conjured a green halo underneath Tang Wulin's feet. A dense, green toxic gas filled the air in an instant. 

Tang Wulin felt his entire body slowing down at once. His speed was reduced till his Thousand Accusing Fingers began to weaken. 

The black-clothed man standing ahead unleashed one black, two yellow, and four purple soul rings, totaling seven, from his body. A pair of outstanding greataxes, pitch black as ink, appeared in his hands as he rolled toward Tang Wulin akin to a tornado.

The other two black-clothed men had bright-red long bows in their hands from which they shot their arrows toward Tang Wulin at close range. On the other side, a soul device was seen in the hands of another black-clothed man. A loud bang was heard. Soon after, a stretch of pellets scattered toward Tang Wulin enshrouding him.