Henry Chensky took the initiative to speak, tentatively asking, "Brother, are you alright?"
The mysterious figure in the yellow robe didn't respond, he didn't even acknowledge him.
This silence rendered serious expressions on the faces of Michael Brightwell and Henry Chensky, could it be...
The enigmatic man in front of them,
Was he a comrade? Or was he already under the control of the Limb Demon Leader?
With this thought, Michael Brightwell slowly raised his hand, and the huge Ice-Tribulation White Lion beside him leaned forward with its claws, taking an offensive stance. With each breath, he exhaled a chilled frosty aura.
No matter what the purpose of the Limb Demon Leader was, they could only suppress him together and prevent him from escaping.
It would be best if he was on their side, if not, they'd rather apologize afterwards.
When it comes to dark sacrifices, there's absolutely no room for hesitation!
"Ice-Tribulation White Lion, use Ice seal..."
"Wait!"
