Waiting for the coming festivals and days of joy in the rest of life!
But now, even if it wanted to escape, it was already too late.
There's nowhere to run.
Even if it wanted to abandon this simulated form, it was already too late to sever the connection between the spiritual essence, resentment, and energy.
The frost wind passed silently, spreading in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, a faint line of mournful white had already broken through the confines of the banquet hall, rising to the sky, spreading into half of the pitch-black night sky.
Like dye, under the interference of the Mystic Sword, the invisible Katu Naha finally revealed a faint outline.
It was like a scarlet mist gradually being dyed by frost.
It wriggled constantly, clashing left and right, struggling, but every time it met an iron wall.
In the night sky, only a trace of silver radiance outlined an impenetrable boundary, completely sealing it within the domain of the Seven Cities.
