I couldn't help but quietly lift the cauldron above my head to take a look.

The air was filled with a thick magnetic field storm. Under the magnetic field storm, the huge fireball was suddenly torn apart.

Even the demon began to twist, split, and blur under the interference of the magnetic field storm.

Under the strong magnetic storm, the most painful people are those aliens.

Their spiritual energy was completely disrupted.

It's okay if you are less powerful. The stronger you are, the greater the impact will be and the more painful it will be.

"Snail! Snail! Snail!!"

Among the foreigners, the elder who had been following Barus suddenly fell to the ground and kept shouting one word.

But no one understands what it means.

If Barrus were still alive, he would definitely understand that the conch the elder mentioned refers to the internal structure of this fortress, which is completely like a conch.

In other words, these magnetic storms are traps that have been designed long ago.

The unique structure inside the fortress is used to amplify the effect of the magnetic storm.

Just like a musical instrument, with a gentle blow, a rich musical sound can be heard.

This was a trap designed long ago, waiting for them to rush in and rush here.

The elder understood everything, but he woke up too late.

Wang Zhao looked at the old people around him in horror.

I saw pale golden veins appearing on the faces of the old people in front of me.

Her hair, which should have been snow-white, suddenly turned blonde at this moment.

Dots of golden light floated around them, and everyone was like a golden torch, burning brightly.

But Wang Zhao looked carefully and saw that these so-called golden radiances were clearly the flesh and skin split from these old people.

Their flesh is decomposing at a rapid rate.

"Oh my God! What did you eat??"

Wang Zhao picked up the medicine bottle from the ground and saw that there was no writing on the medicine bottle.

"Kid, leave the rest to us old guys."

A big hand patted Wang Zhao's shoulder, and an old man with a kind face, carrying a spear, walked step by step towards the aliens in front.

"Charge group, charge!!!"

One person's voice is worth more than thousands of troops.

Under the sound of charging that had been buried for a long time, golden fires burned one after another, and they quickly rushed towards the alien legions in front.

Like a sharp sword, it pierces the enemy's heart.
Chapter completed!