A large number of Ten Thousand Blood Warlocks wantonly destroyed everything they could see, but the White Tower Warlocks could not even organize a normal counterattack because they were too sudden, not to mention that not all Warlocks were there.

It was too sudden.

For Baita, everything was too sudden, no one expected that such a thing would happen.

"Herman, get out of here!"

At this time, a warlock directly tore a first-level warlock into pieces, and then shouted around.

Solace showed a ferocious smile. Sixty years later, he finally arrived inside the White Tower. Others were fighting the main force, but he came out early to find He-Man.

"Do you know where He-Man's place is?" He grabbed a warlock apprentice and said with a ferocious expression.

"Ah...in that direction." The apprentice was caught in pain, and one of his arms had disappeared.

"Over there, thank you," Solace nodded, then tore the man in half.

Then flew madly in that direction.

Today is the time for the destruction of the White Tower.

It was also the day when he killed the enemy who killed his grandson.

"Herman!"
Chapter completed!