The massive electric current descended like a waterfall, destroying the flying swords and defensive magical treasures released by the cultivators in almost an instant.
Bang!
Dust rose into the sky.
Wailing sounds echoed one after another.
Seeing this situation, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Qing Xie's mouth: "A bunch of self-righteous fools. If a group of disorganized people with a few shabby magical treasures could subdue this demon, how could it still exist until now?"
The twin-tailed girl was stunned; the anger on her pretty face vanished, and she said: "Serves them right. Didn't they think they could win? Even said they didn't need our help? They were like drowning people we were trying to rescue by rowing over to them, but they pushed us away. Humph, they brought it on themselves; they don't deserve any sympathy."
And almost at the same time they spoke.
