When Lugu and the others saw Mo Hua's mere glance that intimidated Yan Zhu, they secretly admired him, and they all knelt down.
Everyone present instantly knelt down.
Mo Hua waved his hand and said indifferently, "Disperse."
"Understood..."
"Understood, Shaman Master."
Their voices were respectful as they retreated accordingly.
Yan Zhu felt a chill in his heart, and despite the lingering fear, he left the Witch Priest Hall. After walking for a while, he slowly gathered his thoughts and couldn't help but glance at the two Black Vultures.
The two exchanged a look, each seeing fear and confusion in the other's eyes.
"Has he... grown stronger?" Yan Zhu said in a low voice, his face twitching.
His realm remained unchanged, yet his divine sense grew ever stronger...
Moreover, it wasn't just an ordinary increase. It seemed as if he broke through a barrier, ascending to a significantly higher level.
How could this be possible?
The Black Vulture Elder's gaze was filled with fear.
