The violent airwaves caused the Deep Red Grass to sway, also drawing the attention of the Black Fire Sheep Servant tribe at the rear.
"Baa?" It's worth mentioning that only the Black Sheep leader inquired with confusion.
The subordinates just stood behind the leader, quietly watching the situation develop without making a sound.
As for "rules," General Lin truly established them well.
In sight, the pitch-black Python Robe struggled hard, but it was no match for the Jia Rong Grass.
It could only be propped up by the grass leaves, firmly held open in the air.
"Buzz!"
In anger, the silk material of the Black Python Robe emitted a slight vibration sound.
The airwaves it emitted carried an unusual vibration frequency, even affecting the herd behind.
"Quiet." Lin Shiwei walked on air, stepping on the edge of the cliff, gazing up at the Black Python Robe imprisoned in the sky.
"Buzz!!!"
The Black Python Robe not only didn't quiet down, but its struggling actions intensified.
