"Yu Mo."
Zi Yuan called out to the disciple who was always nearby.
A gentle breeze swept past from behind, and the magical girl in white magic armor stood in front of Zi Yuan like a floating dandelion.
Opening her palm, a white, delicate little hand held a floating dandelion.
The magical girl in white gently blew toward the filthy magic power ahead.
The filthy magic power, as terrifying as ocean waves, was gradually dispersed by the breeze.
Even Keke, who was somewhat losing control, paused for a moment.
Yu Mo, always nearby, would appear at a single call.
For Zi Yuan, there was naturally no need to act personally.
"Zi Yuan!"
Endless negative emotions overwhelmed her consciousness, as if she had returned to the day she couldn't find her brother.
Everything was incredibly dark; the two people in front twisted as if they had become Disaster Beasts!
In her voice, there was even a hint of crying, full of endless grievances and anger.
She remembered.
