Humble
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
This clear holler instantly made the dagger in Lang Kun Hall—which was miles away—fly forward and rapidly kill the black light!
The surrounding golden sand flew up as the winds blew!
Xue Xue—who was behind Rong Xiu—immediately shrunk its neck and moved back sensibly. It finally had the chance to bathe a few days ago and was just cleaned. It didn't want to become as dirty as before.
The surrounding sandstorm gradually calmed down the next moment, and the Red Moon Desert seemed to have recovered its peace. Only the burning hot sun was roasting the ground, causing it to be boiling hot.
Rong Xiu stopped in his tracks and looked up.
Other than him, there was nobody else in the vast desert.
A childish and ice-cold voice sounded. "Someone is bullying Yue'er Girlie?"
Rong Xiu paused as a golden fire seemed to be burning in his eyes, but it instantly disappeared. "It's people from Black Demon Hole."