This sword could hurt you at any time.
Now, Lord Prole is feeling this intense pressure.
He's losing control of this army.
He's like a cork that can no longer hold back the boiling water!
Amid the scrutinizing and doubtful gazes, Lord Prole continued to pretend to rummage through his coat pockets. He didn't know what to do, so he tried to buy some time.
Where is the ring?
Where is the ring?
God of All Things, are you trying to kill me? At this critical moment, where is the ring that was supposed to be in my pocket?
Where on earth did it go!
Lord Prole automatically began rummaging through his pockets while saying, "Where is my ring?"
"Where is my ring?"
The Old Witch next to Ivita opened her palm and lifted it into the air so everyone could see, "My lord, is this the ring you were referring to?"
"Hehehe…"
The Lord's army was in an uproar.
