C33 Thousand Grass Mother Dragon Mark Grass(1)

Thunderous sounds erupted from every direction. Feng Lian spun around to see legions of Spirit Beasts encircling the market, their numbers in the thousands, while indistinct shadows loomed overhead. With the man in green wounded, who could possibly escape?

"Three-azure, you dare launch a sneak attack on me!" the man in green bellowed, lunging skyward once more