Ankra's cold voice came from before.

"Now tell me, where is that scepter ..."

He opened his mouth, and a frightened smile on his face.

"Tell me where the scepter is, I'll let you go!"

"Devil, you dare to defile my master's artifact!"

A sacrifice couldn't help but roar, and roared in front of Ankra in front of him.

The words fell, and the next moment, his body broke directly, and his flesh and blood splashed out.

Ankra smiled with a slap on his face, moved his claws, then continued to turn around, and looked at the remaining black robe sacrifices.

"Now, is anyone willing to tell me?"

There is a dead silence in place.

In front of them, the sacrifices of the black robe were silent. At this moment, they stood there so they looked at Ankra in front of them, bringing these hostile.

There is no meaning to disclose.

They have already prepared for sacrifice.

As a bridge to communicate with the demon, when they came to this area, they had already thought of this day.

At this moment, the scene of the imagination began to be staged.

"So lively ..."
Chapter completed!