After being covered by the big net made of the thorns, the netherrons cried out in horror. The thorns had pierced their skin, and they could feel that their vitality and Magic were constantly passing, as if they had been sucked away by the thorns, and their spatial ability could not be used at all.

in this sound of panic, Pope Abram of the temple of light also made a move. In his hand, he held a magic wand with sacred breath. Although it didn't look as beautiful or artistic as that wand of elufield, the huge bright magic crystal inlaid on the wand revealed how much the magic wand...