The Eye of the Abyss

As soon as the words left Joelson's mouth, the atmosphere froze.

Chesterton stared at Joelson; his eyes filled with hatred like a poisonous snake. There was no trace of the dignity and elegance of the authority of God.

The blue flame chains loosened, and Chesterton, who had broken his arm, fell to the ground weakly.

Joelson stepped on the back of the steel dragon. The latter raised its wings, and the violent wind pressure swept across the entire area.

Everyone subconsciously took a few steps back.

Pryce noticed that the terrifying metal monster was heading towards him. Being stared at by the cold dark golden eyes, he felt as if he would be swallowed at any moment.

Joelson stood at a high place and looked at Pryce indifferently.

If he used his brain a little, he would be able to guess that it must be because of Pryce.

He raised his hand casually.

Bang!