The air was near solidification.
The members of the Ten Thousand Spirit Silence Association were almost in despair because their chairman had become a prisoner under a monster.
But when this scene happened, they couldn't help but look over.
——What is this situation?
The Speaker of the Destruction Council had an uncertain look on his face and respectfully said:
"Your Excellency, I wonder if this proof I have can be used?"
The monster was silent for a moment.
A deadly silence covered the plain swathed with long hair.
Transformed into the Death Spirit Crow, Wu Xiaode glided gently in the sky, his eyes firmly fixed on the Speaker on the ground.
Time passed slowly.
At last, the monster opened its mouth and said:
"I have not received your token, but the bearer of this token is indeed one of your people, and he may be spared from death."
The Speaker was stunned.
One of our people?
Who?
Who would dare?
He couldn't help but look around.
