She glanced at the refugees kowtowing to Shen Yi at the foot of the mountain, a trace of irritation flickering in her eyes. This group of fools, they worship anything; they must be completely wiped out before the annoyance in her heart can be alleviated.
At this moment, Ling Su suddenly detected a slight fluctuation in the atmosphere.
She was overjoyed and instinctively looked back. Finally, it's here!
"Little sister thanks senior brother first!"
Ling Su clenched the Jade Slip tightly, not caring about the hastiness and any potential adverse effects. As long as enough people died, it would leave a profound impression on these refugees.
As her words fell, a deafening roar transformed into visible sound waves, sweeping forth.
Before seeing the person, one heard the sound.
The refugees on the ground were struck dumb as though hit by lightning, standing petrified. Soon, the mad roar triggered their deepest fears.
