Countless people hid in their homes, trembling with fear, silently praying for a miracle to come.

A few seconds later, the west side of the formation was also attacked by hundreds of Crocodile Tribes. The ground collapsed inch by inch, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, with a loud noise, Yuan Zhankong smashed down the 81st stick. The sound was overwhelming, and it also blasted through the formation. The heavy stick was castrated until it hit the ground hard, and everything within a radius of 10,000 meters was melted.

It is powder.

Although Yuan Zhankong was the last to break the formation, he was not much slower than the other two demon clan forces alone, which shows how powerful he is.

If fighting alone, Peng Wuji and Crocodile Tongtian would be slightly inferior to him.

"Hahaha......"

Yuan Zhankong's unrestrained laughter echoed in the sky above Baidi City.

His pair of red fire and gold eyes bloomed, looking straight at Ye Fan standing at the top of the city, and yelled: "Bad boy, the formation is broken, where are you going to run now? Come down and die.

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"hehe......"

Suddenly, Ye Fan laughed.

These three demon clan geniuses regard the monks in Baidi City as prey, thinking that as long as they break the formation, they can start hunting unscrupulously!

Little did they know...when they broke the formation, it was equivalent to releasing a real dragon!
Chapter completed!