"Yes! The combat power of the senior management was not as good as that of others, and now the combat power of the grassroots was less than that of the other party, so it was really hard to win!"

“…”

The players who appeared in the Condor Empire were all worried.

On the contrary, there was cheering on Shenxia.

"Hahaha! The Phantom God can destroy 200,000 people on the other side without playing!"

"Originally, we have similar strengths, but now we have more people than them, and there are two legendary players who will win again!"

"It feels like we won no matter what they don't want to do."

"Who made the Phantom God, the Prophet and the Ghost Death God belong to our God Xia?"

In the midst of joy, only Shen Xia's camp commander Gong Baixue frowned slightly.

"200,000?"
Chapter completed!