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Chapter 39(2/2)

There was no one to stop them, and the young monks retreated very quickly. Chu Zhan suddenly broke out, forcing the six-armed clan strongman back, then suddenly turned and ran towards the exit. He could already feel that his strength was rapidly fading.

Jiang Fan supported Qin Feng and others, forced the enemies back, and then started running towards the exit. The Boundary Breaking Pill could last for a few minutes, enough for them to leave the secret realm.

Ouch——

A roar came from behind, and Jiang Fan's whole body trembled. A stronger guy had woken up and was running towards this side. It was too late.

Chu Zhan stood at the exit to meet Jiang Fan and others. The Six-Armed Clan wanted to catch up, but it was too late.

Han Qianxue and others leave quickly.

The master of the six-arm clan suddenly launched an attack, and the powerful momentum directly pressed towards the exit.

Shi Chengtian pushed Jiang Fan from behind and asked him to leave the secret realm first.

The next moment, he felt like the world was spinning, and he was soon enveloped by the clear and cold lake water.

Jiang Fan turned around, and Chu Zhan appeared supporting Shi Chengtian. Shi Chengtian's face was ugly, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was looking at him with bared teeth.

They pointed up and swam quickly towards the water.

After reaching the surface of the water, Jiang Fan was the first to lose the potency of the medicine, and his whole body entered a period of weakness.

Qin Feng and Han Qianxue followed closely behind. The three of them were floating on the lake, panting. The spiritual power in their bodies was empty and it would take three days to recover.

Shi Chengtian helped Jiang Fan block an attack and was slightly injured, but the problem was not serious.

Chu fought quite easily and used his spiritual power to protect the three of them.

Many monks who had just escaped from the water in the distance were waiting here. When they saw the five people successfully leaving, they swam over to escort them back to the shore.

They still remember the backs of these five people clearly, especially the mysterious monk who carried the fire feather and used the Purple Mysterious Mist. If he hadn't directly destroyed a group of masters, they would have had to fight the natives if they wanted to escape. I don't know.

How many people will die inside.
Chapter completed!
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