"What are you afraid of?" Shi Lei scratched his head, "I'm not a beast."
"Who wouldn't be afraid of someone from the Misty Sect?" Li Zhengping shouted, running the fastest, terrified of being caught by Shi Lei and then beaten up.
"Come back!" Shi Lei called several times, but seeing that no one had stopped, he picked up a bottle of ink from the table and suddenly splashed it towards the sky.
Buzz!
The ink trembled automatically, forming over a dozen ink dragons that roared as they flew towards those fleeing, capturing and bringing them back.
On the ground.
Li Zhengping and the other painters sat limply on the cold ground, looking at the over dozen ink dragons. They could feel the nobility and coldness in the eyes of these beasts, immediately feeling a chill throughout their bodies.
On the stage.
