But it started to truly extinguish, once completely extinguished, it symbolizes... a fall!
They are falling from the position of Grandmaster!
"What the hell?" Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded, the power of Pestilence is actually this formidable?
No way.
They cannot be allowed to fall!
They are all my grim skeletons!
The blood-colored skeletons grew anxious, more anxious than these Grandmasters. The great image behind them roared, vaguely, as if a flame-shrouded Divine Mountain appeared!
"Roar!!!"
The Strong Bull Demon crashed into the Divine Realms of one Grandmaster after another, tearing them open, ripping them apart, crushing them!
This was a spiritual level overpowering, if igniting the Spirit Furnace Fire, perhaps Zhang Fusheng would be helpless,
but facing a Grandmaster who hasn't even ignited the Spirit Furnace Fire?
He almost killed them instantly.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Thirty-one Grandmasters plummeted down one by one from the Celestial Vault.
