409 Ten Thousand Returns Giant Bat
Like a black man, as if a demon.
Each one possesses the pinnacle strength of this world, Fourth Realm Level 500.
"Everyone, I beseech you!" The Master of the World actually appeared in person, speaking politely.
These men emitted strange laughter, mingled with black mist, rushing away at supersonic speed.
Meanwhile, a light shield appeared on Small Knife's side, blocking the path of those black mist phantoms.
He lamented the absence of the Postnatal Qi Bottle, which could have easily captured them all.
He could only resort to a more cumbersome approach.
Because immediately after, eight light shields rose up.
Seven of these light shields separated the zombies that were climbing up.
Pressure, this thing, is a means to lock enemies within the city, it can fully restrain a Fifth Realm Nascent Soul, but it's really at the limit now, unless it surpasses the Fourth Realm, it won't hold for long.
