"悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾悾.

"21......"

another level 8 master was smashed into scum by haokong hammer. Trapped in the sky box, with the pulling force of the magic force, he flew back to Yuwa space in a blink of an eye. The yuan gods of the monks turned into white light and rushed out of the sky one by one to escape, but they escaped into the door of inanimate under the strong magic force of the land and dust.

"twenty......"

"Nineteen..."

"Eighteen......"

“……”

gradually, the monks in the surrounding area count down silently with Lu Chen. Every sound represents the fall of an eight level master, the emergence of an unruly soul...