However, there were also arrangements inside the Taoist Temple.
Inside, white talisman paper hung, with strange runes drawn in black ink, shaking with a rustle, directly dispersing the Divine Souls of the Chang Ghosts.
Li Yan frowned, "It's a Netherworld Fire Pistol."
He was particularly familiar with this thing.
It wasn't a high-end item crafted by Mystical Sect artisans but rather a bamboo tube Netherworld Fire Pistol. Although roughly made and not portable, it was simple and cheap to produce.
It seemed the Heavenly Saint Sect had abundant resources. Even if the court occupied the Zhu Family Castle's Phosphate Mine, they continued to produce this thing in an endless stream.
"Tricks of the trade."
Liu Gang showed no concern and let out a low roar.
The Chang Ghosts on the cliff immediately changed their tactics, with only a few approaching the cave entrance, then suddenly opening their mouths and spewing dense black smoke.
