The situation is in danger, and all five men are wearing color on their bodies, their movements are stiff and slow, and they are struggling dyingly.

Among the five men, one of them was Zhou Yifan, who was facing the siege with four others.

Zhou Yifan gritted his teeth, his neck buzzed with blue veins, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, get ready!"

"yes!"

"Haha..., we are not lonely when we are companionship together on the road to the underworld!"

"When we get underground, we continue to drink and have fun together!"

"Haha, I just don't know if I can drink alcohol at that time."

They were energetic, their eyes began to shine, and they began to activate the secret technique of dying together.

"We are worthy of the dynasty if we can drag these demons together!"

"Elder Zhou, I'll take a step first." A middle-aged man with square face shouted.

Just at this moment, a long roar suddenly rang.

The whistling sounds like thunder, rolling in.

As the whistle arrived, a faint green shadow flashed by.

He quickly passed by the surrounding demon masters, then stopped and showed his body.

But he was a thin, slender, handsome young man.
Chapter completed!