As long as these four desolate people can be successfully killed, it will be enough for the desolate world to completely lose the ability to invade Xiaya in a short period of time.

By then, the crisis in the Xia Empire will be easily resolved.

Thinking about it, Haocang had no reservations anymore.

Trying to hurt both sides, Yang Jie punched him in the ribs, and he also punched him in the chest with a fierce palm...

There was a loud bang.

They both vomited blood and fell back at the same time.

Hao Cang stood firm in an instant, but Yang Jie's steps were unsteady and he couldn't dodge, and was directly shot through the chest.

Salt bombs can no longer directly kill the god-level desolate man, but it is difficult to hinder his movement... But surrounded by so many enemy troops, the slightest hindrance in his movement will be a fatal danger.

Han Kun was lurking behind him quietly.

A sharp sword pierced his chest directly.

"Die!"

With a low roar, he drew his sword and turned around. With an extremely sharp sword movement, he directly cut off Yang Jie's head, leaving only the bones that fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!