“Stay here for me!”
When Wang Xian saw that the 100-odd desolate beasts were trying to escape, his eyes turned cold.
He moved his body and the incipient saint wings appeared behind him. With a terrifying speed, he attacked them.
“Pu, Pu, Pu!”
He waved his hand and a grayish destructive force covered them completely.
The powerful destructive force instantly made their life force disappear.
Wang Xian waved his arm and kept more than 100 desolate beast corpses into his bag.
At the side, the five level 8 universe knights of the light race, the nine-candle demon race, had the same strength. They attacked the desolate beasts one by one.
“Ji Ji Ji Ji!”
An ear-piercing sound reverberated throughout the entire grotto-heaven blessed land. The desolate beasts let out hurried sounds. It was obvious that they were asking for help.
“Hualala!”