Six air shields shattered in a row, and the bloody force continued unabated, hitting Zhang Tai's chest.

Like a rag doll, the normally majestic high priest flew backwards, making a human-shaped dent in the wall and causing the entire wooden house to shake.

puff.

This time it was Zhang Tai's turn to vomit blood. He managed to raise his head and stared at Qian Jin.

The two men clearly had the same strength, but the result of the battle was one-sided.

How can evil magic be so powerful?

However, just when he was about to say something, there was a sudden movement on the roof, and two figures fell down.

"Damn it, you guys just hit me, why are you hitting the wall?"

The figure on the left bent his knees slightly, and after removing the impact, he stood up and rubbed his chest.

"Leave us alone, you are beating yourselves, we are just watching a show."

"Is it you?"

Zhang Tai was stunned.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

"You are not the leader of the Fire Fist Tribe...you..."

"Well, I didn't expect that you could still remember me after such a long time."

Sumo raised his hand, scratched his head, looked to his side and smiled honestly.

"High Priest, we agreed that this man will be left to me later. I want to kill him with my own hands."
Chapter completed!