Moreover, using killing means to suppress everyone is probably the first time in history.

But no matter how shocked or disbelieved, the Fan Doctor who was originally like a boiling oil pan calmed down.

No one dares to charge forward to the Medical Alliance Building again.

No one dared to shout and beat Ye Fan to death to rescue Vandans.

Vandans was also a little more solemn, and he was a little surprised that Ye Fan dared to take such a ruthless move.

Ye Fan's figure reappeared on the seventh floor, and his voice resounded throughout the medical league open space: "There are twenty minutes left. If you don't leave, you will never be able to leave it."

Ye Fan's tone was indifferent: "You guys should do it yourself."

Yuan Qingyi held the long sword and stepped forward step by step, with a cold expression and a hot sword.

She was forced toward the Fan Doctor like a ball of fire.

The five thousand Buddhist doctors retreated subconsciously.

One person retreated, ten people retreated, and everyone retreated.
Chapter completed!