A feeling of sadness and grief quickly emerged deep in the hearts of the three of them.

In the blink of an eye, this emotion became quite strong, like flood from a dam, quickly covering the hearts of the three of them.

The three people couldn't help but their eyes turned red, and they all shed tears of sadness.

They were extremely sad, their spirits fluctuated violently, they were no longer stable, and the probability of spell casting failure increased sharply.

The middle cup was the worst. He was half-kneeling on the snow, completely losing his ability to resist.

He burst into tears, plucked at the hem of the mage's robe, and screamed in pain until he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Stop screaming, it makes me feel like I'm dead." Da Bei scolded him, feeling sad. He was afraid that the spell would fail, so he had to slow down the construction of the spell model.

As a result, his frequency of casting spells was greatly reduced, and the already precarious defensive circle immediately shrank.

The terrifying blizzard was like a toppled snow peak, pressing down on the three of them.

"Wang Lian also practiced psychic spells?" Caijing cried and said to Da Bei, "If this continues, we will definitely lose!"

"None of the seeds I threw have sprouted. If you have any trump cards, use them now."

Da Bei gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from his arms.

He tore it open directly and released a defensive spell.

The aura of the holy realm!
Chapter completed!