"Wagagagaga, Green Beast, look who it is!"
The distortion of time and space was just a blur for Green, but for the many low-level Death Crows on the back of the Three-legged Raven of Death, even though they were protected with all its might during the time-space leap, they still felt some discomfort.
The entire Death Crow Clan now only numbered about a hundred or so.
The Three-legged Raven of Death, a Level Six creature, at this moment cared for them like a nanny, with utmost dedication.
Leaning on the extreme abyss magic staff, its figure obscure beneath the Robe of Appearances, the absolute control of strength left Green like a lifeless phantom. Under the Face of Truth, his three-colored light eyes gazed towards where Xiao Ba was pointing on his shoulder.
Snow-white skin, that graceful figure looking back at him...
"Wandering Dandelion Stigmata Great Sorcerer!"
Green's voice trembled slightly.
