His dried face had lost its liveliness, and he 'calmly' accepted the fact."Miss song, thank you for not lying to me."
As he said this, his body suddenly 'moved', as if he was about to stand up.
"We're here to give you a hand ..."
As soon as Yi Chang finished speaking, churong, the others, and all the members of the Requiem tribe around the Holy Temple heard his words, and a strange scene happened.
whoosh ... amidst the sound of the wind, the black silk thread that was swaying in the wind seemed to have lost its restraint and left the soul suppressor's body!
A large amount of black 'silk' floated up with the wind. The place where the soul suppression clansmen had been standing turned into sand and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
Wherever the wind passed, the soul subduing tribe members around the Holy Temple were like puppets piled up in sand. They were instantly flattened and slowly disappeared one by one.
