Chapter 1699 The magic of Hell's Corpse (page) pervades the cold moonfire, making him decayed all over, and the essence of life in his body is passing away at a lightning speed.

"Why?" The voice of the cold Moonfire is full of strong unwillingness.

"Waste does not qualify as my hell corpse!" The devil's tyre made a gloomy sound.

Eventually, the cold Moonfire turned directly into a dry and cold corpse.

When the warriors around saw this scene, their scalps were numb.

One of the seven monsters in the hall, the top figure in the nine realms of the Empire died.

With the thorough absorption of the essence of life...