Damn!
That's a kind of plant.
Mo Lai nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, wanting to retort, "I almost fought my way through here single-handedly, and this is considered weak?"
But recalling the scene of An's earlier action, all the words he had in his heart were stifled at this moment.
The Human Clan cultivators were also stunned upon hearing these words, thinking, Mo Lai is still weak?
"Stop now!" Wang Lin'er suddenly spoke from behind, "You can leave now, but if you persist in moving forward, then... this will be your burial ground."
"Is that so?" An turned slightly, smiling broadly, "Are you sure about that?"
"I'm sure." Wang Lin'er said coldly.
Boom!
An suddenly made a move, the Power of Order transformed into a storm that swept forward, instantly sealing the battlefield, and the killing intention exploded, piercing through the bodies of hundreds of the Divine Clan.
Aaaaah!
Their screams were incredibly tragic.
