บท 1206: The weakest in the Team

That enormous black face formed from black fog charged towards that Majesty Blood Flame Ji whose temper had always been good.

"Hong!" At that moment, a fiery-red flame blasted out from the body of His Majesty Blood Flame Ji. His aura abruptly grew and expanded. He punched out with his fist, causing the void in front to burn and distort. That black fog face then turned into a girl in black gown. She resisted against the fiery force, killing her way to His Majesty Blood Flame Ji before sending her claw out.

The hands of this black-gowned girl expanded. They were like as sharp as blade.

At the same time, 20 over Death Disaster clansmen worked together to attack the natives. Those natives naturally separated into groups of three, with each group forming a combat formation. They welcomed the incoming assault.

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Xue Ying was the one with the easiest time. He was not in a rush to act. Instead, he was casually watching the situation of the ongoing battle.