"it's over."

Lu Fengyun said coldly.

With a bang.

Xu Yuan's body exploded, and the mysterious white fire danced fiercely.

Like his son Xu Zijun, he died of fire!

The coach is dead.

Zhan Haifei, and the prime minister was also dead.

Hundreds of thousands of troops have already lost their heads!

They were beaten to pieces and their armor were thrown away.

Lu Fengyun made a gesture.

Murong Jing nodded slightly when he saw this.

She hung high in the sky, and said coldly to the army that was fighting stubbornly: "Your Holy Lord and the Prime Minister have died, and stubborn resistance is futile. Put down your weapons and the surrender will not kill them!"

The battle has been decided.

There is only a dead end to resisting.

So the holy army surrendered.

They threw down their weapons, their shields, and squeezed into a ball.

Lu Fengyun swept his eyes and looked at the black surrendered army!

At this time!
Chapter completed!