'"Injury" eliminated, "trapped" eliminated, "death" eliminated...'
The pale symbols in Chen Lun's eyes flickered millions of times in a breath, determining the development of his own fate, even the fate of the "Mist Dweller" Emoudi Andi.
From the meeting to now, it had been only thirty seconds.
Yet, clashes occurred more than once.
The Candelabra Goddess, the Moth Lord, and the Lamenting Lady suddenly saw the man in the black hat finally move.
At some point, he switched the white cane from his right hand to his left, raised it, and swung it to the left. The tip suddenly burst into a fan of pale flames, spreading out.
In an instant, the sea of fire spread like a river of stars, flickering with a colorful halo, and the next second, it engulfed the shapeless silhouette——
"Aaaah!!!"
The Mist Dweller Emoudi Andi let out a scream like a howling wind.
"Hmm?!"
The Candelabra Goddess's eyes narrowed, her expression slightly changed.
