At that time, Zheng Yu, as the City Lord of the Mighty Kingdom, could not do anything. He could only watch as the old man's soul was sealed by the other party's arrow and he fell weakly onto the battlefield. In the end, even his corpse was torn apart by the other party's monster army.
That scene made all the soldiers present extremely sad.
That was why he was crying so sadly now.
However, it was fine now. Even though they were not the ones who killed them, they felt much less anger, hatred, and guilt in their hearts now that the enemy who had killed the Dark Spirit Mage was dead!
…
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Nezario flapped his dragon wings and slowly landed in an empty space in Mighty Kingdom.
The surrounding Subjects of the Mighty Kingdom looked at this huge dragon that was like the God of Volcanoes in reverence and curiosity.
