10 over talismans shooting out, floating all over the spell altar. Then, many needles spat out from Zong Shou's sleeves. They shot out from all directions, closely packed nearby as they covered a million feet around.
When everything was prepared, Zong Shou started to wait quietly.
At this moment, there were many beasts around the spell altar that still hadn't retreated. Zong Shou didn't care, allowing Zong Yuan and the others to work with the few saint fire silver ants to kill them one by one.
Zhao Yanran saw that and couldn't help but tease, "You are always like that. Letting your subjects get their hands dirty whilst you enjoy the returns. Great great senior master, you are leisure…"
Zong Shou's lips curled up, thinking to himself, what does she know? This was called storing energy.
When he uses his soul to use the sword, he was half a grade 9 expert.