The tighter the snake's body, the greater the anger and pursuit. But no matter how strong his pursuit becomes, he cannot escape the pressure from the snake.
The snake hoarsely chases, and Zhou's momentum rises again. Suddenly, several wild madmen's light energy begins to unravel. As these frenzied madmen continue to shatter and dissolve, orders from four people across the street start vigorously, their mouths splattered with blood.
The smiling wind hesitates as it observes the situation, shouting loudly, charging again and again into the destiny of the giant snake.
Under pressure, a thundering, broken body.
Just a moment ago, he had a chance to strike hard, but because he was uncertain about killing the smiling wind, Mister Hadbrook refused to apply the slaughter judgment.
Jian smiled briefly, striking down the world's four people. They have reached the end of the Crossbow. Only when Shen Tu deemed it the best start time.
