Guan Yu had planned to run away. At that moment, the stick suddenly shined brilliantly, and the magic rituals of the thorns could not open their eyes. Not only that, but the black sticks flew over their heads, hovering constantly, and at the same time, the magicians began to howl desperately and painfully. A wisp of black gas came out of them and was attracted to the stick.

"Ah, my true breath is sucked away..."

"My repairs are down..."

"I'm an ordinary person..."

"Run, run..."

The devils howled and screamed, without exception, that their magic was sucked clean by sticks. Guan Yu finally understood why the stick would be black,...