Zhou Ziran's angry roar sounded over this horizon.
With a roar, he slowly took out a pale yellow talisman.
It was also because of the appearance of this pale yellow talisman that a violent wind instantly rose in the horizon, and the space shook crazily.
Moreover, there were surging dark clouds in the sky. Under the dark clouds, there was a magnetic sea of thunder surging.
The sea of thunder rolled, and the roar of thunder rose and fell, causing convulsions in everyone's head.
"Medium… Intermediate-level talismans! They're intermediate-level talismans!"
"This aura is definitely at the level of an intermediate-level talisman."
"Zhou Ziran is really crazy. He actually used such a talisman."
"…"
When they sensed the talisman Zhou Ziran took out, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators changed drastically, and their faces were filled with fear.
