"Kill it!" Pointing at the Ghoul leader nearby, Chen Feng commanded in a low voice.
The Dark Elf's face remained calm, letting the raging wind blow through her silvery long hair, with a hint of obedience flashing in her eyes. At this moment, the murderous aura enveloping her seemed like floodwater breaking a dam, ready to pour out and engulf the whole land.
Fear is spreading.
The surrounding crowd seemed as if frozen by an Immobility Skill, feeling their limbs trapped, unable to move.
Advancing to silver.
If the previous Dark Elf was like a scorching volcano, then now, with silver abilities, she has become a chilly cloud swirling in the sky.
Camouflage.
Her demeanor underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Drawing an arrow.
This was a pitch-black arrow, covered with sharp barbs, deeper in color and denser than a thorn branch, resembling steel rather than wood.
Thorn trees tower into the clouds, able to grow almost a hundred meters tall in the Abyss.
