Breakout

"Kid, your Dharma treasure is a precious thing."

Huang Ling looked greedily at the altar above Li Yuanqing's head and couldn't help but lick his lips. In his opinion, even if Li Yuanqing had some methods, he was still a dead man. The treasure on his head would definitely belong to him.

Li Yuanqing's expression was calm like a puppet as he stood there without moving.

"You little thief, you actually dared to steal so many treasures from my treasure vault. Even if you die ten times, it will not be able to appease the hatred in my heart!"

Huang Ling gritted his teeth and looked at the empty space beside him. He slowly mobilized the power of the array formation.

The puppets that had already been set up lit up and connected with each other. They all raised their spears and turned into an array formation. The net in the center of the array formation was connected very densely, targeting Li Yuanqing, who was standing in the middle.