Lu Zhou's demonstration had convinced everyone. Although the effect from the Supreme Mystic Card had ended, he was not afraid.
The 3,600 Dao inscriptions in the sky were once again mended.
The formation was really impressive. What made the people terrified of Lu Zhou was the way he damaged the Dao inscriptions over and over again. Who would dare to doubt his ability at this time?
Lu Zhou now understood why Xia Zhengrong did not dare to step out of the formation.
Xia Chengrong coughed violently as he pushed the rubble away and sat up. His face was covered in dust, and his chest was stained with blood. He felt all kinds of emotions when he looked at the ruins in front of him.
Many members of the Black Tower Council sat on the ground clutching their chests, looking around in a daze. Some of them shook their heads and sighed and some were sad.
