"Who are you!?"
Waldman showed a look of terror, with vicious vines extending from behind him, eyes bloodshot, shouting at a mechanical puppet and assuming a defensive stance as if facing a great enemy.
The magic power fluctuation of the magic wand in his right hand nearly reached its limit. Waldman's left hand slowly reached for his waist, and Green knew that was where she hid her one-time consumable for survival.
In such an emergency, what exactly happened?
Within the mechanical puppet, Green's Saint Trace Soul looked towards the horrified Alderman, perceiving with all his might. Besides the faint absurdity he felt, there was nothing unusual on the surface, only an empty space with occasional Earth Pulmonary Qi bubbles.
Connected in perception, Green's true body hidden within Waterflame Mountain breathed slightly faster, appearing somewhat tense.
