Chapitre 817: Terrible Battle

"This Evil God Tribe's warrior is too terrifying." Fang Xingchen had never seen the Black Mage King being pressured to this extent. Even when the Black Mage King brought out his black clone, he had still been unable to do anything to it.

Underground, the battle situation was worse than what Fang Xingchen had imagined.

Boom! With a single punch, the Black Mage King's head exploded. The soil within a range of one kilometer had also been vaporized.

Simultaneously, the Black Mage King's two fists and his black clone's two fists smashed forth like four steel pillars, lashing out directly at the Evil God Tribe's waist, back, and upper thigh. However, he was unable to make the Evil God Tribe's warrior back off even by half a step. Then he was once again hit in the chest by its elbow.