‘卬——’
Following the sound, the words suddenly shone brightly.
A powerful and mysterious force spread out with the light, and the blood mist frantically shrank and avoided it.
"Dragon-language magic!"
The sound waves turned into a spiritual sense attack, attacking all those who disobeyed the old man's will wherever the Halo went.
The faces of the people from the 'dark' faction were illuminated, and the shadows were driven away.
In the sound wave, the reflection of the man in the purple robe on the window of the train melted like ice and snow under the light. The last impression he left song qingxiao was the hatred and fear in his eyes.
The giant Lion at the feet of the half-orc was awakened by the sound wave. The thick hair on its body stood up like steel needles.
The sound waves turned into an endless stream of attacks and attacked song qingxiao's sea of consciousness with a boom.
