"Snap!"
This was the sound of a sword falling from the hand of a member of the Demon Clan, crashing onto the ground.
The Demon seemed as if he had fallen into a stupor, becoming desolate, staring blankly at the alluring figure in mid-air, making no other movements.
And it wasn't just this Demon.
Every living creature in front of the Enchanting Demon City was cast into the same state at this very moment, their faces vacant as if their souls had fled, fixated on the figure in mid-air, their eyes holding nothing else.
This included the people of the Sand Scale Clan who had just arrived at the Enchanting Demon City.
Shajina was one of them.
Even the Demons were the same, as if too scared to make a sound, lying on the ground, their eyes filled with panic and bewilderment, looking up at the figure in mid-air.
"------------"
Shane wanted to say something, wanted to do something, but found himself completely incapable.
