"Zu Guanglie ah Zu Guanglie, is this your magnanimity Venting your anger on these pitiful people who no one cares about",The screeching sounds, dense and approaching quickly from the horizon.,The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!。