"What?" A ninth-grade emperor from a 'small clan' asked in confusion after being knocked back.

"Array." Someone responded.

"Grass, so strong?"

"..."

For a time, dozens of 'ninth-grade' emperors were in trouble at the same time, but they were not able to destroy the formation.

Only traces of cracks were left on the bronze figurines.

However, if this trend continues, I want to completely smash the [Three Talents Formation].

It will take at least a few cups of tea.

Seeing this scene, 'Luo Qingxian' was also anxious: "Xian Qiong, Demon Oyster, let your people come up together, and... Luo Baiyi, you can go too."

"good!"

‘Xian Qiong’, ‘Magic Oyster…’ they looked at each other and did not refuse.

After all, it’s assessment time.

There's not much left.

They didn't want to, and they would fall short in the end, so they had no choice but to make a desperate move.
Chapter completed!