Seeing that the magic soldiers kept coming like waves, the gap could not be sealed. Kong Xiaoxue gritted her silver teeth in a hurry, thinking in her heart. This gap must not be lost, otherwise Nanfeng City will be over!
Thinking of this, Xiao Xiaoxue immediately shouted. "Come on, speed up the presbytery of Nanfeng College to come to support!"
"Yes!" The messenger immediately took out a letter cannon and shot it into the air. With a loud bang, a red flower in the sky condensed but did not disperse, hanging high in the sky. This was a signal to call on the Presbyterian Church for support in a critical moment.
After the war started, the Nanfeng College Elder Hall established a special team of ten people composed of eighth-level spiritual masters. Specially responsible for turning things around in times of crisis.
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