The sword energy that filled the sky was extremely fierce, covering them like a powerful wave.

It seemed that the breath of death had begun to approach them.

Even so, they still have no fear, only the courage to move forward!

Even Meng Ru, whose character and strength were relatively fragile, was no longer afraid of death at this moment.

Bang!~~

There was a loud noise, and a violent storm of sword energy struck down, stirring up dust all over the sky and on the ground.

"A bunch of idiots!" Seinfeld sneered, seemingly very satisfied with the effect of his sword.

But when the smoke gradually disappeared, figures like gods of war still stood firm.

The difference is that among these figures, there is suddenly an additional figure.

"Well!?"

Meng Xuan and others were suddenly stunned, and even thought they had reached the underworld.

Immediately, everyone looked up.

It can be seen that a cold and arrogant figure, holding a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, is like a terrifying god of death, looking down on the people, dominating the world, standing proudly.
Chapter completed!