He could clearly sense that his life was passing by little by little.

Although it was not as painful as before, this feeling of going toward death step by step made him fall into endless fear.

Boom! The power of Tianhendu was shattered under the attack of more than a dozen men in black robes.

An old man in black robe teleported over, more than a hundred feet apart, and punched him in the air.

The old man was as thin as firewood, and seemed to contain infinite power in his body. He punched him out, and the void was violently shaking, causing a space storm.

This person's strength has reached a high-level Doudi.

Strangely, the power he exerted was not a fighting spirit, but a rule of flesh and blood power.

"Black Witch Clan, the Body Way!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled coldly, instead of retreating, instead of moving forward, took a step forward, and also punched him out.

"Overbial ability!"

The old man in black robe curled a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The Black Witch Clan is also a very ancient tribe. It has a strong body and is good at cursing, and has become enemies with the War Clan for generations.

This person is the high priest of the Black Witch Clan and the strongest of the Black Witch Clan. With his punch, the high-level fighting emperor must retreat.

Zhuo Buqun, the three-star Douzun, actually wanted to fight him head-on with his body, not because he was overestimated, but because he was not aware of his life or death.

The old man in black robe couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of killing a former powerful fighting god.

"The life of a powerful fighting god is enough to make my Black Witch Clan rise rapidly and dominate the star field!"

The old man in black robe couldn't help but get excited.

Unexpectedly, the excitement on his face suddenly condensed there the next moment.
Chapter completed!