Chapter 91

That tightly closed metal gate.

Was also blasted open by invisible sound waves!

A huge number of fragments smashed into a massive cave inside that was completely cast in metal.

"Ah...!"

Screams rang out as dozens of gray dwarves retreated, their heads bleeding.

"Who goes there!"

A roar erupted.

Right after—

came a fierce dwarf holding an exaggerated great axe, half a head taller than the other gray dwarves.

He glared furiously at Fu Luli.

Not far from him.

an elderly dwarf clutching a staff rushed over, his face filled with shock and terror:

"Saxon! Do not be rude! This is a powerful black dragon!"

As the sage of the Edge Blade tribe.

And the only spellcaster of the Edge Blade tribe.

His perception.

was far beyond what the other gray dwarves could match.

With such close distance.

He naturally sensed the black dragon aura on Fu Luli that made him tremble uncontrollably!

"Black Dragon!!"

Saxon's pupils shrank tightly; his body shook as he stared at Fu Luli in utter horror.

The synonym for ferocity and brutality.

Black Dragon!

In this underground space, one by one.

The faces of all the gray dwarves turned snow-white in an instant.

Their eyes were filled with terror.

Even more.

Gray dwarves who were usually so irritable sat down on the ground.

"Who among you can make the decision?"

Fu Luli shook her head.

Suddenly—

Her human eyes transformed into black dragon eyes!

Her crimson gaze looked upon the crowd of gray dwarves, cruel and savage.

"Respected Black Dragon my lord, I am 'Ocale', the sage of the Edge Blade tribe!"

Ocale suppressed his fear and said respectfully.

"My name is Fu Luli!"

"I am the holy disciple of the great Lei Ting!"

"My Lord needs a batch of dwarf believers. If you are willing to believe in my Lord, you shall live—"

"If you are not willing—"

"Then prepare to face my wrath!"

Fu Luli threw Ye Lu onto the ground and said coldly.

As the words fell.

A terrifying black dragon pressure surged out.

Like mountains pressing down.

Leaving all the gray dwarves pale and trembling!

Even Saxon, the chieftain of the Edge Blade tribe, who possesses a Rank 4 lord-level strength.

Could not control his fearful trembling at this moment.

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