Cultivators such as Zhan Zhan even have their spiritual power depleted to some extent.

But among the human race, there are still people coming.

In the square, corpses were piled up layer after layer.

But after all, the statue was intact.

The strong human beings may be restrained, but even these cultivators who are a little weaker still dare to fight.

"The human race...is different from before!"

Looking at this scene, Zhan Zhan and the others' expressions were condensed.

"Walk!"

At this time, Zhizhan opened his mouth.

If they continue to fight, their spiritual power will be completely exhausted.

However, when they were leaving, there was a cold murderous intention in their eyes, and then they said: "How many days can you guard this statue? And you humans are trash after all. I, the Corpse Slayer, can come and leave whenever I want.
Chapter completed!