"Can't breathe!"
A few of the people who were relatively weaker had directly fainted in the face of the pressure exerted by the Sacred Beast. Only those ranked Spirit King and above remained on the wall.
"Why is it one feather short?"
It was not only the men below who were complaining endlessly in their hearts, but even the Sacred Beast could not understand.
He had clearly felt that feather in that person's interspatial ring and nothing else, however, where had that one feather gone?
Many of them felt that it was hard to escape death this day.
"Oh my, isn't this the feather i took that day to stoke the fire?"
Little Roar's sentence caused Sima You Yue to feel like killing him.
The spirit pressure was completely useless against Little Roar as he moved his body. Directly after, a rod that had been completely burnt so black appeared in his hand.
