"You should have interrupted my casting! You're all doomed!"
The knight in jet-black armor drew his greatsword.
Wenren Mirror instinctively wanted to use a sequence to dispel the malice.
But he only saw Wen Chaohua raise a finger and gently gesture for silence:
"Everyone, don't move. I'll catch up with this old acquaintance."
Old acquaintance?
The old acquaintance on the scene, shouldn't it be between Xun Hui and Wen Xishu?
Wenren Mirror thought so, but Wen Chaohua's gaze at this moment was directed at the Priest.
"I didn't expect you to come here, Priest."
Dozens of knights brandished their swords.
Countless resentful spirits transformed into sword energy, wrapped in a black tide, surging towards Wen Chaohua.
The sword-wielding speed was so fast that storms arose, ravaging the prayer room! Those wooden benches were all blown away.
At this moment outside the prayer room, the entire town saw the black liquid appearing around the prayer room.
