The energy black mist has derived a certain degree of will, but this will has no wisdom to speak of, and only has a reaction like a beast.

Just like at this moment, the will of the energy black mist sensed that it could not resist the power of the outsider, so it chose to shrink down.

It's just that even if the energy black mist retracted into the soul of the stick, Sean was not without a way to force it out, not to mention that the energy black mist was still tightly shrunk on the surface of the stick's soul.

Although the spiritual power is not completely aimed at the soul, it is also related to the soul, and there is the power obtained by the qualitative change caused by the quantitative change of spiritual power, and Sean wants to get out the black mist of energy that is shrunk in the soul of the stick, and there is no difficulty at all.

But in the face of the situation in front of him, he certainly didn't need to be like that.

The energy black mist shrank to the surface of the stick's soul, and Sean was quite interested in it, because he couldn't help but think of the clone just now.

After a few observations, he unexpectedly but unexpectedly found that the will of the energy black fog became much lower, and the dim tone of the darkness also changed slightly, although it was not big, but it could not escape Sean's perception, and the biggest change in the energy black fog was not these, but the level of the energy black fog seemed to have decreased a little.

As soon as Sean thought about these changes, he already had the answer, and at the same time, he couldn't help but have a sudden realization that it was really so.

Obviously, although it seemed easy for the energy black mist to break free from his spiritual rope just now, and it also 'eroded' his spiritual power, it also paid a price for doing these energy black fogs.

The trade-off is that the energy black mist has become a little thinner, and this is enough to pull it down.

At the same time, Sean also understood that the 'invasion' of this energy black mist did not require payment, and even more than what he could get.

The beast-like will in the energy black mist was aware of this, so it would shrink back instead of continuing to attack Sean's spiritual power.

However, this does not change anything for Sean, because these have not changed the meaning of the black fog for him, and he has always paid only when he gets it, so the reference value of the black fog is still strong.

And in this way, in his favor, the energy black mist seems to be more easily available.

The energy black mist hid in the soul of the stick, and Sean naturally couldn't wrap it with a spirit rope anymore, he could only force it out.

However, from the beginning of the will in the black fog to the beginning of the fierce turtle, now the turtle can't shrink, if you want to force it out, you can only use violent means.

Of course, he wouldn't hurt the soul of the stick, and he didn't need to.

Vast and pure spiritual power has poured out......

Outside, Fergie in the bedroom had already made the second phone call and informed the second helper of the situation here, and as for the rest of the Holy Society, which he knew could be counted as a friend, he didn't have contact information.

And at this moment, the blue energy on the stick suddenly shone brightly, and the dazzling light made his eyes instantly white, even if he subconsciously closed his eyes, he could still feel the light.

What he didn't know was that even through a sliding door, the dazzling light still penetrated out of the bedroom.

In the living room outside the bedroom, Erica is fighting to the death in a group of black-clothed ninjas who only have a body shape like a ghost but don't make a sound at all, although Erica is superb, fast, and her moves are even more fierce and ruthless, and her moves are deadly, but her physical fitness can only be said to be strong, and she is still far from those supermen, so even though the ninjas of the Hand have fallen more than a dozen, but at this time she is out of breath and her physical strength is obviously insufficient.

However, those Hand Ninja were like killing machines, not responding to the death of their companions at all, and still rushed towards Erica.

In the face of this fearless Hand Ninja, Erica's physical strength is getting weaker and weaker.

In less than a minute or so since the first wound on her body appeared, the number of wounds on her body had increased to a dozen, and although these wounds were not fatal because she resisted them in time, the loss of blood also took away a lot of her physical strength.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly came out of the bedroom on the side, and although it was dimmed by the obscuring of the bedroom door, it didn't take much thought to let people know that something was wrong.

Several Hand Ninjas who were close to the bedroom door had noticed it, and walked in the direction of the bedroom with flashing knives in their hands.

Of course, Erica knew who was in the bedroom, and she could think that it might be related to the sticks, so she couldn't let the hand-held people in.

With a turn of the iron ruler in her hand, she flashed a knife swung by a hand ninja sideways, and the iron ruler in her other hand quickly stabbed out, poking a bloody hole directly in the ninja's wrist, and then she suddenly jumped, and her raised knee directly collided with the ninja's chin, and the huge force directly knocked it out, and blocked several other ninjas who wanted to rush over.

As for the ninja who was following her with a knife coming at her, she didn't care, because she had already determined that the other party's knife was at a safe distance from hers.

And at the moment when her feet landed, she suddenly threw out the iron ruler she was holding upside down, 'Dang! ——' nailed to the wooden door of the bedroom.

Naturally, she wasn't doing this to stop the ninjas, in fact, even if she wanted to, she didn't have time to care, because at this time, the safe distance behind her had been destroyed by the Hand ninja who were catching up, and she could only turn around to resist or dodge sideways, only then would she not be split in half.

She threw out the iron ruler and nailed it to the bedroom door, but it was actually just to remind the people in the bedroom.

And as it turned out, she was right.

When his eyes were blank, Fergue could only rely on his hearing to discern the changes around him, and the sound of the iron ruler nailed to the bedroom door made his heart tremble, and he subconsciously retreated backwards in a panic, as for whether he was completely subconscious or driven by someone, there was no need to pay attention.

Because his body slammed into the bed very naturally, and his hands pressed on the stick very naturally.

The only unnatural thing is, of course, that the physical discomfort of the stick is so easy to press, as the source of the dazzling light, at this time, the stick is full of Sean's spiritual power, and Fergue's palm is pressed as if it gives these energies a release, so the huge spiritual power is directly transmitted to Fergue's body, Fergie only feels like he has fallen into an ice cave in an instant, and even his will is frozen.

Therefore, he didn't feel anything when he was blasted out by the spiritual power on the stick, he didn't feel anything when he smashed the bedroom door directly, and even when the door he knocked over and the spiritual power released from his body directly smashed or blasted several hand-held ninjas away, he didn't feel anything.