Their speed had obviously decreased, and bit by bit, they were surrounded by the pale white flowers.
This pale flower of death, or rather, a spiritual monster, did not have very strong offensive power.
After all, although they had a terrifying level of spiritual energy, they were made up of the consciousness of countless different people.
He was like a group of scattered soldiers, unable to focus his mental power to attack.
But what was terrifying about them was the contamination of pain and sorrow.
At the same time, within this pain and sorrow, there was also the brilliance of death.
It was affecting the people around it at all times.
If it had only been one of them, Lu Xin would have been less affected.
However, if one was completely surrounded by the flower of death, the intertwining contamination or the powerful mental attack would be abnormally terrifying.
"Hmph ..."
His father appeared from the shadows of the darkness.
