It was too late, Thomas looked at the two figures in despair.

His Dharma books never record weak spells.

And any of those powerful spells falling on Zheng Qing would mean death.

He seemed to see the principal roaring at him.

I saw some desperate and crying faces.

Then he saw a faint hint of yellow.

Zheng Qing held his breath.

Watching the yellow talisman swing lightly in the air, it landed on the nose of the panting wild boar demon.

The wild boar demon stared at the talisman with a pair of small scarlet eyes.

Slowly, the breath in its nostrils became more and more soothing.

Then he closed his eyes.

Snoring like thunder.
Chapter completed!