The remaining three illusions, Gonggong, Zhurong and Houtu continued to crash into the Yongye magician himself!

"no no!!!"

The eternal night magician screamed in fright, his eyes filled with extreme fear!

I even used my strongest killing move, but I still couldn't kill this kid!

how so?!

"The magician!"

The Dark Judge shouted and wanted to come over to help, but it was too late!

Rumble!

The three ancestral witches collided hard with the Yongye magician, causing a big explosion!

"ah……"

Accompanied by the last shrill scream.

The Eternal Night Magician exploded into a puddle of flesh and blood, completely dead!

After killing the Eternal Night Magician!

Because Yang Luo consumed too much energy, the illusions of Gonggong, Zhu Rong and Houtu slowly dissipated!

He took a deep breath, stared at the dark judge, and roared: "You are the only one left, come on, fight me!"

As he spoke, he held the Dragon Emperor Sword and furiously attacked the Dark Judge!

"The Master of Eternal Night Magic is also dead...what should I do...what should I do now?!"

A member of the Dark Judgment Team trembled and shouted.

But, right now!

"Ahhhh..."

Three screams came from the distance again!

Everyone turned their heads to look!

I saw that the Holy Thunder Swordsman, the Evil Spirit Mage and the Ice and Fire Witch had been killed by Alves, Augustus and Hopkins!

"Three more deacons have been killed...it's over...we are all finished!"

"Is our Dark Judgment Group... going to be completely wiped out by these guys today?!"

The soldiers of the Oxford Kingdom and the people of the Dark Judgment Group were all trembling, and deep fear filled their hearts.

At this time.

On a helicopter in the distance.

"Six deacons died in a row, what should we do now?"

A soldier gritted his teeth and asked.

Another soldier replied: "Mr. Ferrand must be notified of this matter immediately!"

With that said, the soldier took out his cell phone and called Ferrander.

at this time.

Conference Room, State House Building, Oxford.

Ferrand and a group of senior executives are waiting for news.

But no news has come yet.

Everyone is like ants on a hot pot, anxious.

A call suddenly came to Ferrander's cell phone.

Ferrand quickly answered the phone.

"How's it going? How's the situation? Are all those guys dead?"

As soon as he answered the phone, Ferrand asked questions again and again.

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