"Ronan, don't come over. We really didn't do anything!"
"Why didn't you knock when you came in?"
" Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
"Ronan, you stinky hooligan…"
These voices were soon suppressed by a certain force.
The mountains in the distance began to shake violently.
After a while.
Matthew could feel the pressure in the darkness receding like a tide.
Many exiles who had planned to take advantage of the situation chose to leave.
The pressure on Matthew's body was instantly reduced.
Right now.
The only enemies he faced were the hunters led by Mammoth King Hawken and the nine Spider Blood Guards!
"The primitive hunting ritual is still there."
Lumiere reminded softly.
Matthew glanced at him, and the dark red halo above his head became even more solid. This was a symbol of the upcoming election of the God of Hunting.
The God of Hunting had spent a lot of effort to plan this operation.
