A mass of primordial spirit, like a blazing flame, flew out from the palm of the Dharma form.

"Run? Don't even think about it!"

Immortal Elder Wuji sneered, then opened his blood-stained black hand, and a strange rune appeared in his palm.

In the next moment, the flame that Yue Changkong's primordial spirit had transformed into was pulled back into the palm of Immortal Elder Wuji's black Dharma form by an invisible force.