An overwhelming crowd was advancing toward Randall Freeman!
But there was no trace of fear on Randall's face. Instead, he seemed even more arrogant.
He shouted continuously, glowing with radiance, like a true undefeated War God maneuvering through the crowd.
This was a fierce battle, and even though Randall was powerful, he couldn't fight against so many people alone.
He was gradually losing ground, his white clothes stained with blood, but his face still boasted arrogance!
"Randall Freeman, you're going to die!" First Elder coldly scolded from a high position.
Randall laughed wildly, "Even if I die, I'll make sure to take you with me!"
First Elder sneered in sarcasm, "You might last, but your two old friends may not."
Sure enough, when Randall turned his head, Alonzo White and Crow were seriously injured, gasping for breath.
Randall's face changed and he wanted to rush over, but the crowd blocked his way.
"Bang!"