All the flying giant beasts of the wedding entourage folded their wings and quietly squatted on the vast desert, their formation composed of dozens of giant Two-Headed Chimeras, was extremely daunting.
Helen, with Duncan's support, gently leapt down from the saddle of a Two-Headed Chimera, while Richard looked at her stupefied, then glanced at Moer, who was still riding on the Gabriel Demon Butterfly, completely puzzled.
From Helen's tone, it seemed that a remarkable Shaman had emerged from the Hegemonic Singing Family. What kind of Shaman could it be? Could it be even more surprising than the thrice-cherished Shaman Qian Qian? The more Richard thought about it, the more excited he became. Could it be that Qian Qian's uncle's family possessed a super-level Warcraft unique to the desert?
