They were hit by the barrage at the same time, dozens of rockets focused on them, and they were killed directly!

A single rocket is not powerful enough to kill the Grandmaster, but their Gangqi is inherently unstable under the barrage. How can they not die if dozens of rockets explode at the same time?

To the south, Grandmaster Tsing Yi, who first came here, was at the edge of the Bibo River, looking at the valley with a look of horror.

He did not rush forward like the others, but retreated to escape the disaster.

Even so, he was extremely embarrassed, his energy was shattered, his clothes were pierced by hundreds of bullets, his body was in great pain, and he was bleeding everywhere, but he survived.

"What kind of weapon is that? Dead, both Kui Jun and Wu Kefei are dead? Grandmaster, you don't even have a chance to struggle?" Xiang Nan was extremely horrified.

This place was so terrible that he wanted to leave.

Treasure? No matter how good the treasure is, can your life be important?

On the city wall, Mao Mao narrowed his eyes and stopped looking south. He raised his hand and the barrage of rain stopped. He raised his head and looked towards the void on the Bibo River outside the city.

There, an old man in gray robe stood in the sky!

Standing in the sky? Walking in the wind!

Only Shinto monks in the real realm can do this!
Chapter completed!