"Daring to cause trouble on my turf, truly the first time in a thousand years."
The White Dragon Mountain Master sneered coldly.
It blew a breath, transforming into three chains of ice.
The length of the chains seemed endless, slithering like venomous snakes.
In an instant, they trapped the three troublemaking alien races, unable to move.
Before a level 9, level 7 was truly powerless to resist.
Suddenly, the three figures of the alien races began to dissolve, turning into a pool of pus.
Finally dissipating into nothingness.
"What kind of trick is this?"
The White Dragon Mountain Master sensed something was amiss.
First, a blaze of red flames rose to the sky, followed by a loud explosion.
The White Dragon Mountain Master focused his mind, the one who was just trading had actually self-destructed...
And that black-robed seller also disappeared without a trace.
It waved its hand to extinguish the flames, its expression gloomy.
