The usually calm Irena's expression grew extremely agitated. She couldn't help but take a step forward, attempting to persuade him further.
To her surprise, her movement instantly put the row of Witch Spirit Beastmasters beside Sosma on high alert.
CRACKLE!
Lightning crackled to life.
Dozens of blue and purple Thunder Spears materialized in their palms.
The brilliant, dazzling light of the thunder illuminated their dark Crystal Stone masks, obscuring any hint of expression.
"Marquis Fengling, please watch your conduct. Our race is in a time of precarious crisis. I must ask you to lead by example and refrain from any impulsive actions."
Sosma reached out and clenched his fist, and a gleaming Thunder Spear materialized out of thin air.
"Miss Yelena, what is the meaning of this?"
The rather hot-tempered Bobo Man, having heard the exchange, could no longer hold his tongue.
As he spoke, he cast a cold gaze at Sosma, who was hovering at the forefront, and said icily:
