Lord Dictator, Sorry to Startle You!
編輯: Atlas Studios
If any Apostles really developed evil intentions toward them, Lin Yuan would not mind showing what he was capable of.
White Speak had been flying at full speed. While it flew, the enormous image of a white crocodile more than 3,000 meters long trailed behind it and swallowed the clouds.
White Speak released its aura in such a way to recover its energy naturally. This attracted the attention of many Apostles.
Since it had already flown out of the East Vast Large Lake, it was not acquainted with the Apostles it encountered now.
There were a few Apostles who believed that they were stronger than White Speak and had thoughts of targeting it.
If not for the aura behind it and its outlandish way of rushing, none of the Apostles would act on such thoughts.
All of them were at least slightly in a rush. But this was a special time. It seemed inappropriate to rush so conspicuously when the Banquet of Everything was almost upon them!