The suppression from the White Tiger is not something baseless.
Julius Reed could clearly feel that the power within his body was gradually being suppressed.
It won't be long before he becomes just like an ordinary person.
The formation shrouding Demarco Mount is constantly operating.
Since last night, the people of Demarco Mount have been unable to leave.
Completely trapped.
If one wants to break the formation from the outside, it's even more difficult than climbing to the sky.
"To break the situation, it seems some sacrifices need to be made," Julius Reed pondered, hands behind his back, eyes fixed on that inconspicuous shadow.
"I've always watched over those people for you. Countless waves of people have come and gone, but nothing ever happens there," Mr. River clenched the broom tightly, eyes also gazing at the shadow resembling a tiger. "Who exactly is it? I've been guarding Demarco Mount, yet I've not sensed a thing."
