Silver Flood Dragon

Beside the Pan Gu Defense magic formation, a Chaos power stream drifted out, transformed into a rope, and tied around Yuan Li’s waist. A few elderly-looking Maguspriest sat aside as they narrowed their angled eyes, staring at Yuan Li with gloomy looks.

Ji Hao’s order was clear. If Yuan Li tried to do anything unwanted, or showed any sign of escaping, these Maguspriests could kill him immediately. These few Maguspriests were masters of magic spells. They had implanted lethal magics inside Yuan Li’s body, which could be triggered with a single thought of any of them.

Yuan Li sat on the ground weakly, looking around sulkily.

Those surrounding barracks had no attraction to him. Soon, he put all of his attention on the Pan Gu bell. He didn’t know about the bell, but the prehistorical sense of power coming from it attracted him.