Lei Jizhu's corpse, let all around a silence, those who watch the battle of the Holy Taoist strong, each face shocked.

Nobody thought it was like a thunderbolt just now. That's it... Killed.

Looking at Lei Jizhu's body for a moment, people's eyes turned to leaf dust.

The ghost of the serpent on Ye Dun has been retracted at this moment. It looks light and cloudy. There is no difference. But when we look at Ye Dun this time, there is a sense of fear in everyone's heart.

In three days, the Dark Protoss Festival will begin. By then, all the people here may become rivals to each other.

These...