Thinking of this, Hezti closed his eyes, ignoring the approaching clouds.
The power of laws surged violently around him.
Portia said indifferently, “Are you unable to stop my second special art already? This is far from my
trump card. As I expect, you don’t have the ability to make me use my trump card.”
A chill appeared on Portia’s face, making her seem more noble.
Many people looked at Portia with adoration.
Hezti was calm as he looked at the approaching cloud.
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