"Wind and Thunder, Ten Thousand Catties!"
Faust Beaumont chanted, and the leaves on the ground were swept up into the wind, like knives, stabbing towards Julius Reed!
Another killing formation!
Julius Reed held the sword in one hand, pointing to the sky!
Whoosh!
Netherflame began to blaze!
The longsword in his hand danced wildly, dispersing the wind!
But Faust Beaumont in front of him had disappeared.
"Ha." Julius Reed let out a cold laugh.
As expected, this cunning old man had no intention of facing him head-on but instead fled, heading straight for Trent Marsh and Dragon Dance.
Julius Reed put away his sword and chased after them.
...
In the forest.
Trent Marsh and Dragon Dance were running wildly.
"Where to?" Trent Marsh ran in confusion, "Otherwise, let's go back and deal with those people with Julius Reed."
"Julius Reed is stronger than you. You'd better worry about yourself and see if you can solve the problem." Dragon Dance said impatiently.
