"Damn it!"
Gaelian's eyes were locked firmly on the ring in the hands of the man in the sky, filled with unwillingness.
Clearly, the ring had already been obtained by him, and he just needed to quietly slip away.
Why did he have to come up here and taunt that damn baron?
Now look, the thing that was already in his hands was snatched by someone else, even a cooked duck can fly away.
Even though he used the Dark Ring, he knew very well that he was definitely not a match for a Holy-ranked expert.
Biting his teeth hard, he then turned around, planning to escape.
Although he longed for the Light Ring, his life was more important.
But by this time, Zhang Xiaoman's Multiple Burst Spirit Skill had locked onto him, making it not easy to escape.
Suddenly, purple beams shot from hundreds of eyes in mid-air, each force no weaker than the previous Burst Spirit Skill, swiftly engulfing him.
"Ah!"
