Except for those who were Tongyou Realm, the other seventh-level strong men had a sharp decline in combat power under strong collisions.

Song Qiu, the ancestor of the Song family, had one arm broken and his ears fell out in a miserable way.

But compared to the people of the Zhou family, he looks much better.

An ancestor of the Zhou family, his legs were shattered and disappeared.

Goodbye to Qi family and the organization, the seventh-level strong men also suffered heavy losses.

Qi Xianming only had one eye left, and the remaining one eye was also full of blood and tears.

The collision of holy soldiers is extremely powerful.

Especially the collision of three holy soldiers and four holy soldiers is enough to destroy several surrounding cities.

The small world is still stable enough and not afraid of damage, so they feel at ease to take action.

But with one blow, everyone was severely injured.

With their strength, they cannot truly fully master the holy soldiers.

"Cough." The eldest ancestor of the Song family coughed, his face looking ugly, "Do your organization really want to fight with us to the end?"

The eldest ancestor of the Zhou family had messy hair: "This is Nanhuali, our home court. If we continue to play, we will only suffer losses. No one present can survive."

The Qi family ancestor looked cold.

The Zhou family ancestor was right.

Although, they have the advantage of a holy soldier.

But to the end, it can almost be said to be a team-destroyer.

However, his expression remained unchanged.

Since the organization dares to end, it means that the organization has high confidence.

It is definitely not because of the result of losing both sides.

The Blood Plum King looked solemn: "Continue."

The holy soldiers are starting, brewing the next wave of attacks.
Chapter completed!