Pieces of flesh and blood and shattered dragon scales kept sprinkling.

The shock in the hearts of all the magicians cannot be described in words, and all the magicians fell into silence at this moment.

Song Gat's words are not wrong.

The ancient trees of war that have stood for thousands of years are more honest than any magician, and they will not make mistakes.

Angel's body was buried inside the hard shell of the fruit.

Countless hard shells and huge and hard fruits pierced his body. His head wanted to lift it, but he had no power to drill out of the hard shell.

He only had one eye exposed.

He saw Fei Qiluo standing quietly and looking at him.

One of Fei Qiluo's pupils is pink, and the other one is purple-black, flashing with a strange light.

"He is also an Evil Dragon Cult, and he..."

His gaze slowly blurred. In his last consciousness, he saw Fei Qiluo slowly turn around and click on several magicians not far away.

“This is a cleaning…”

He thought of what Fei Qiluo said to him.

Now he finally understood.

This is indeed a cleaning, but it is not his cleaning of Fei Qiluo, Song Jiat and others, but Fei Qiluo's cleaning.

After having the ability to see through the deepest hidden evil dragon aura... Today, Fei Qiluo is destined to undergo a cleaning in the holy city of Mara.

...

Fei Qiluo turned around lightly.

The magicians who were pointed at by his fingers were stiffened.

Seeing Angel, who was riddled with holes by the fruits of the giant tree of war, these cold-hearted magicians did not even have the courage to argue.

In the next moment, these magicians fled desperately.

"Swish!" "Swish!"...

One by one, the lights caught up with these magicians, and the blood was shot out.

More magicians began to flee.

Fei Qiluo sat down slowly instead.

There is no need to worry now.
Chapter completed!