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Lin Ci chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, I keep my word, unlike some people."
Dao Long knew that Lin Ci was referring to his regret about eating elephant dung.
He knew he was in the wrong, his face flushed red, and he didn't say anything more.
He simply walked silently toward the enormous magic cauldron in the center of the hall.
He sat down cross-legged.
He closed his eyes, and his parched lips began to move, chanting ancient and difficult incantations.
The dark green magic potion seemed to hear the call and began to boil wildly, bubbling up one viscous bubble after another.
Daolong intensified the power of his incantation, pressing his withered hand against the edge of the large pot.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of green light in his pupils.
"Come on, Shadow Legion, come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the medicine in the pot instantly returned to calm.
Only a blurry, ghostly mark flashed across the water's surface, and then there was no more movement.
There was dead silence in the hall.
Lin Ci and the Holy Lord both watched him quietly.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Daolong's face. So embarrassed he could dig a castle out of his toes.
"Please wait a moment."
He cleared his throat and began chanting the incantation again, this time his voice several times louder than before.
This time, his voice was louder and more urgent.
"Fight! My Shadow Legion!"
There was still no movement in the pot.
An awkward atmosphere filled the air.
Dao Long was completely humiliated.
They specifically came to me to cast a spell, and even the original version of Shendu couldn't use it.
What does this mean?
This shows that they believe in their own abilities and value their magical skills!
As a result, I messed up at this crucial moment.
Dao Long was unwilling to give up, and he roared at the top of his lungs with all his might.
"Fight! My Shadow Legion!!"
This time, there was finally a response.
A deep, hoarse voice, yet filled with supreme majesty, resounded throughout the entire hall without warning.
"Your army?"
Inside the large cauldron, the dark green magic potion churned violently.
A hideous ghostly head with a red face, white eyebrows, and a white beard slowly emerged from the water.
"I am the sole commander of the Shadow Legion!"
When Daolong saw that face, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.
"It's Tara! He's back to life!"
A dazzling light shone from the pot.
Tara's enormous head was completely freed from the potion's restraints and floated in mid-air.
He greedily inhaled the air in the main hall.
"Ah, the breath of nature, prepare to restore my Ghost Shadow Divine Skill!"
Seeing this, Daolong realized that his spell had made a huge mistake.
This is clearly a spell to summon the Shadow Legion, so how did it summon their king?
He turned his head and looked at Lin Ci with a hint of apology.
"Um... there might be a small error in my spell."
Lin Ci, however, revealed a profound and unfathomable smile.
"Your spell is correct."
"This is exactly what I want!"
Upon hearing this, Tara turned her gaze to the human who dared to speak so arrogantly, and was about to mock his arrogance.
But the next second, his gaze froze.
He saw the translucent soul shrouded in black mist beside Lin Ci.
Tara's brow furrowed instantly, and her angry voice boomed like thunder.
"It's you! The thief who stole my power!"
Chapter 25: He who knows the current affairs is a hero
The Holy Lord heard this.
His scarlet eyes suddenly turned cold and chilling, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop several degrees.
"You're calling me a thief?"
"You have my complete magic encyclopedia, but you've put your own mark on the cover, and you're calling me a thief?"
Tara's hideous face contorted, and she retorted angrily.
"Your magic encyclopedia? That's clearly my magic encyclopedia!"
The Holy Lord's soul instantly flew into a rage, its semi-transparent body twisting violently with fury.
"You fart!"
"That was clearly compiled by me and my demon brothers, how did it become yours!"
Tara's authority was challenged, and her voice rose accordingly.
"I am the King of the Shadow Kingdom! Is this how you speak to me!"
The Holy Lord showed no weakness, and the Demon Lord's aura exploded forth.
"I was the ruler of Asia in ancient times! Is this how you speak to me?!"
Lin Ci listened from the side, a smile on his face that suggested he was enjoying the show.
"I have to chime in on that."
He first looked at the Holy Lord, his tone filled with undisguised praise.
"In ancient times, the Holy Lord and his demon brothers divided the world into eight parts; he was a true monarch."
Then, Lin Ci's gaze fell back on Tara's enormous head, and his tone changed, filled with disdain.
"You, Tara, at your peak, only ruled over the whole of Japan. Compared to the Holy Lord, you are nothing but a small fry."
Hearing Lin Ci praise him so highly, the Holy Lord's translucent chin almost reached the sky as he arrogantly raised his head.
Tara was about to retort when she suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Wait, who are you? How do you know so much about me?"
Lin Ci once again adopted that pretentious, profound posture, his voice leisurely.
"There is nothing in this world that I do not know."
Tara was enraged by the arrogant tone.
"How dare you, a mere human, speak to me like that?"
He activated his telekinesis.
An invisible spiritual shock, like a heavy hammer, slammed down on Lin Ci.
Lin Ci didn't even lift his eyelids.
An even stronger psychic force rebounded, instantly passing through Tara's illusory head without causing any damage.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Lin Ci's lips.
"You can fight a chicken to a standstill, and you dare to provoke me?"
Tara was stunned.
What nonsense is this guy talking about?
But he quickly realized that his ability to become ethereal was a realm beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"You can't even touch me, yet you dare to be so arrogant?"
"I am arrogant, and I have the right to be arrogant."
The moment he finished speaking, his dark pupils suddenly became as deep as black holes.
"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."
In an instant, an intensely thick black mist erupted from Lin Ci's body.
They transformed into twisted arms, emerging from the ground, from the walls, from every shadowy corner, reaching out to grab Tara.
For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Tara's ghostly face.
He could sense that the black mist was not a physical entity, yet it carried a chilling quality that could touch the soul.
Those hands passed through his phantom image.
But the next second, it seemed as if it had grasped something substantial and tightened its grip suddenly.