On the dark clouds, the dozen or so Ghost Elves 'reactions weren't slow.
When the fire Raven came and slashed down with its sword, the two crowns made their move.
Two against one, no matter what, it should be a crushing match, right?
The Crown Prince positions that they were born in ghost city were much stronger than ordinary Crown Prince positions, and it was already a little embarrassing for the two of them to attack together.
Hence, he said,
Two ghostly palms that could cover the sky were like two thin pieces of black paper, unable to resist for even a moment before they were torn apart.
The golden sword projection sliced through the dark clouds without losing any momentum.
In the middle of the dark clouds that covered Half the Sky, the black smoke evaporated, and a crack that was thousands of meters long appeared. The blazing sunlight of noon shone down.
A few Lord elves who were affected by the sword light turned into ashes.
