"Let go!"

I don't know where the strength came from, the gray-robed magician suddenly broke away from the iron arms of Xueling Huanbing. The frightened and angry white-haired woman was about to get angry, but a magical black flame grazed the tip of her hair.

Passing across the front of her vision when she turned back: "How--"

"Knights Templar."

Duan Qing looked up at the black figure that resembled a lake that appeared on the horizon at some unknown time. Duan Qing, who drew the locking magic aside, raised his head and shouted: "There are actually living people."

"If those remnants in Lanshan can survive, of course we can survive too."

Seeing that the black flame failed, the black shadow floating in the air laughed loudly: "Although killing you now is just unnecessary, but just in case, it would be more reassuring if you died earlier."

While maintaining an upright posture, he joined his hands together, and more black light surrounding his hands fell toward Duan Qing like mercury.

"Suffer death!"


Chapter completed!