Dagon came running at the sound, and Shiloai, covered in blood, was controlling a burning pink fireball with both hands and could not stand the stalemate with it. She glanced at Dagon, breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but it was really you. Listen to me, hook my belt and pull me out of here for a moment. I can't keep it too." ,Although Zhuang Cai had long forgotten what his mother looked like, he hated her more than anyone else.