Fearing that they would find Jared, Ira yelled at the top of her voice, “There are no more Demonic Cultivators here! That demonic aura came from me!”
Infinides kept quiet and glanced at the monk behind him.
The monk whipped out a bottle made of nephrite and pointed it at Ira. A golden light came out of the bottle and shone on Ira, sucking her into the bottle instantly.
Francois and Sigurd felt a little disappointed when they saw Infinides capture the Demonic Cultivator they had found, but they didn't dare say a word about it.
“Abbot Infinides, there must be more Demonic Cultivators here in this village. You have to find them!” Sigurd said.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: