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The first thousand four hundred and forty-eight chapters

Another group of people next to him couldn't help but get upset when they saw the results.

The leader of the force who was breaking the formation turned around and shouted a few times. Only then did the group of people calm down. It was obvious that the two sides reached an agreement to share the spoils equally! Lin Qiang turned his head and looked at Qiao Wumei and said, "You can't let him continue like this anymore.

If this continues, it seems that the goal of dismantling the opponent's combat effectiveness will not be achieved."

"Then send him to the west."

Qiao Wumei nodded, pinched the seal and bounced towards the formation in the center of the island.

Just after the bounce was completed, a terrible abnormal movement had already appeared in the middle of the formation over there.

A strange energy suddenly emerged from the ground, like a sharp arrow that had been condensed in energy, piercing hard on the chest of the black-robed monster! This energy is so huge.

The black-robed monster had no time to react. His body under his black robes had exploded and turned into a purple blood mist! The black-robed wizard with profound magic power died instantly! The black-robed robe fell to the ground, the scene was bloody and terrifying.

Everyone around him took a step back at the same time, with a look of horror on his face.

This black-robed wizard is the highest witchcraft in this team. He has been simulating the volcano god and is almost an extremely noble existence in the team.

He was able to unlock two layers of formation just now, which proves that! But his strength is not enough to crack such a terrible formation protection after all.

While he made great contributions, he still sacrificed his life sadly! The wizard died and the morale of the entire group was greatly reduced.

The leader led all his subordinates to retreat to the side and waved his hands suddenly at the other team of people opposite him.

Finally, it was time for them to work! Another team of people slowly walked up and occupied the main position of breaking the formation.

Three old men with bare heads and ragged robes walked out of the team.

Their faces are full of wrinkles, and their actual age is not visible.

But there was a strange aura rippling on them, full of evil and mystery! “The Dark Priest!”

Everyone retreated solemnly, looking at the three of them with admiration and fear.

They are the creators of the Walking Dead, and are the ultimate source of strength in the entire team! “These guys look a bit powerful.”

Tian Sisi whispered.

"This is the high-end combat power that looks like a little."

Lin Qiang nodded: "If you get rid of them, the real mastermind will reveal his true face.

At that time, we will kill them completely and eliminate future troubles forever!"

Three priests sat on the ground, chanting obscure mantras at the same time.

Black ripples rippled from them at the same time.

The three ripples mixed together to form a coordinated resonance, extending towards the formation on the ground together! The power of the three people was twice as powerful as that of the dark wizard just now.

Without much time, the third layer of formation had been cracked by them! Half an hour later, the fourth layer of formation was also cracked by three people.

Two black flame crystals rolled down on the ground, both of which were of more than twice as big and quality as the one just now! The crowd was boiling, and the people on both sides gathered together. Comparing the three crystals, their faces were full of longing! The breaking of the formation continued, but the difficulty also doubled. When the fifth layer of the formation was sacrificed by three sacrifices.

The moment Si broke open, Qiao Weimei and sinisterly released a terrifying attack force, tying the three dark priests into pieces! The scene was in chaos, the two leaders were at a loss, and their subordinates were even in chaos! In the extremely chaotic atmosphere, a dim brown light suddenly lit up from the arms of a leader.
Chapter completed!
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