Heavenly Fire Descends, Great Bodhisattva Baolin

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The palm-sized little person carried a pocket-sized skull necklace and crazily collided with the surrounding light curtain. It let out a crazy roar and tried its best to escape.

But it was meaningless.

In the light barrier formed by Cui Heng's Golden Core power, it was impossible for it to escape.

In the face of an absolute difference in strength, no matter how strong one's spiritual will was, it was useless.

Not to mention that this so-called strength was only at the Ninth level of Qi Refinement.

"Chen Tong, Governor Meng, I'll leave the rest to you."

Cui Heng instructed the two of them before taking out a piece of white paper from his sleeve and handing it to Chen Tong. "You can write the word 'Heavenly Fire' on it to deal with those corpses to prevent an outbreak of plague."

With that, he left the city wall.

He had to hurry up and study this strange thing in his hand.