Second floor.

boom!

boom!!

boom!!!

Explosions rent the air.

The blazing flames came and condensed into silhouettes one after another.

These flaming figures possess domain lord-level combat power, hold swords or halberds in their hands, and are fighting with various tribes.

The six people in Shiting did not stay on the first floor for too long, but quickly climbed up the tower.

"Golden Horn Clan, I'll leave them to you. I'll go to the third floor."

Fu Tucuo glanced at Shi Ting and the others with a very disdainful expression.

The weak will never be able to catch the eye of the strong.

The prince of the Golden Horn tribe is called Jin Geng.

He grinned and said, "Young Master Futuchu, you just have to take care of it!"

Jin Geng is 3 meters tall, with skin as white as snow, but his eyes are as black as ink, without even the whites of his eyes.

The most unique thing is that they have a golden horn on their forehead.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Jin Geng took a step forward.

As soon as he lowered his head, a bright golden light burst out from the single horn, like the morning light that broke through the darkness, tearing apart the entire second layer of space.

Puff puff……

Several flaming figures were instantly wiped out.

The remaining power of the golden light remained undiminished, and it struck the stone tribe like a broken bamboo.

Several members of the Stone Tribe had been on guard for a long time, but they were still bombarded with blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and they rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

"broken!"

Shiting roared violently.

The heavy fist struck out, cutting off the golden light like a battle axe.

"Throw all the Stone Clan out, or kill them on the spot!" Jin Geng sneered.

They are so decisive and direct, no need for any cover-up at all!

It’s just for the Stone Tribe!
Chapter completed!