At the sight of the fleeing spirits, Baal pinched his fingers, distorting the space in front of the crowd.
After cutting off the four spirits' escape routes, Baal began to massage the distorted space into some form of prison to trap them inside.
“T-This...” Jared was stunned by what he was witnessing.
The power demonstrated by Baal had exceeded even his wildest imaginations. Despite the spirits' repeated struggles, they were quickly turned into ash that faded into nothingness.
As for the four Black Gold Robes, their aura weakened dramatically as their levels dropped from Martial Arts Saints to Greater Martial Arts Marquis.
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