In the faint ancient times, I didn’t see the magical spells, but all the attacks on the Peacock Holy Mountain were strangely mired in mud, and they became slower than slow, as if they were bound.

"Can you stand it if you can’t shake the tree?" Belle drinks her fingers and presses the palm of her hand hard. The method is so great that her power doubles, and she presses the light hard, like a fairy palm, to break the ridiculous cage woven by mortals and drop the furious punishment. But…