King Braydon stood in the dark night, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. His thin body was emitting a holy white light.
The holy white light represented the activation of eight skills!
King Braydon, who had used the eight techniques, no longer had any smoke around him.
A holy aura spread out from Braydon Neal's body.
He was like a young god!
At the same time.
Syrus Yanagi, who was wearing a golden dragon robe, let out a faint dragon roar.
He held a long spear in his hand. He was like a true dragon, and a vast pressure spread.
Westley was wearing the black cloud flying fish robe. He stood tall and straight, his bones were firm and proud, and his dark killing intent quietly spread.
However, contrary to his temperament, his body was filled with a sacred and holy light from the inside out.
This white light was emitted from his body.