Four monks have fallen?
The martial artists found it unbelievable.
The shock in their hearts had not yet dissipated, and their enthusiasm still lingered!
Could it be that the Heavenly Dao couldn't suppress Julius Reed?
Suddenly.
Devonte Weather noticed that Julius Reed seemed to be looking at him.
Those eyes, wrapped in black and blood-red, seemed ready to devour him!
"No!" Devonte Weather couldn't care less anymore and turned to flee!
Even though he was praised as the number one in the Northern Border, he didn't have the courage to resist!
Boom!
The longsword exploded!
And pierced right through Devonte Weather's body!
The longsword, imbued with the nation's fate, drained him instantly!
"Lord, spare us!"
"We are willing to serve you! We wish to respect the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance as the number one under heaven! We only beg you to spare us, mere ants!"
