Zhou Ziran's angry roar sounded over this horizon.
With a roar, he slowly took out a pale yellow talisman.
It was also because of the appearance of this pale yellow talisman that a violent wind instantly rose in the horizon, and the space shook crazily.
Moreover, there were surging dark clouds in the sky. Under the dark clouds, there was a magnetic sea of thunder surging.
The sea of thunder rolled, and the roar of thunder rose and fell, causing convulsions in everyone's head.
"Medium… Intermediate-level talismans! They're intermediate-level talismans!"
"This aura is definitely at the level of an intermediate-level talisman."
"Zhou Ziran is really crazy. He actually used such a talisman."
"…"
When they sensed the talisman Zhou Ziran took out, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators changed drastically, and their faces were filled with fear.
Zhou Ziran, who was holding the talisman, also revealed a strong sense of confidence on his pale face.
