C1452 The Power of the Peacock
At this moment, under Zhong Ming's control, the peacock continued to flap its wings as it slowly flew down. Its movements were very slow, and there was nothing special about it, but it clearly felt the pressure from the strange tribe member and skinny face, and at the same time, the air around them also froze. Their movements were restricted, as if a mountain was pressing down on their heads
