Li Ziye also gradually reached his limit when faced with the attack of hundreds of heavenly guards.

The true energy is consumed violently, and the physical strength is also constantly drained.

Half of the clothes were stained with blood red, some from the enemy and some from one's own.

The two swords in Li Ziye's hands had even been curled and were no longer sharp.

There are more and more corpses around, and many heavenly guards have looks of fear in their eyes. How many people can be calm before death.

"Come again!"

Li Ziye took a deep breath, looked at the inexhaustible killing of the heavenly guards in front of him, and said in a cold tone.

Lao Qin can still persevere, why can't he.

No matter how strong these people are, can they be stronger than that pervert Little Red Riding Hood?

Just a thousand, not much!

at the same moment.

Inside the giant bronze cauldron.
Chapter completed!