"What should I say to you?"

Xiuge's voice was still full of ridicule: "Are you planning to use the power of the dark abyss to fight against me?"

After saying that, the terrifying black claw transformed from Xiuge's left hand suddenly closed in, crushing the violent dark abyss flames on the spot. At the same time, half of Bolva's arm was also "crushed".

Before Bolvar could make the next move, two Charron's Touches had already stabbed forward with their swords. They accurately penetrated the shoulders of the Society Mage, lifted him up high, and then threw him directly towards him.

Not far away was the squirming group of descendants of An Abyss.

Just like a human statue smashed into a black lake, the An Yuan descendant who was preparing to approach slowly did not expect that the "food" would fall from the sky, so it immediately rolled up in confusion, trying to use its thick body fluids to swallow it up.

Overwhelmed by this gift that came from nowhere.

"I'm sorry, Bolva, I originally wanted you to die happily..."

Looking at Bolva who was still trying to struggle, Shuge walked over with a cane. His voice turned into a sharp knife and began to cut into Bolva's last belief: "It's a pity that you shouldn't be like this."

Treat those mages who still have faith and courage like this... In front of these warriors, you are worse than trash."

However, Bolvar's will to resist was so firm that he actually once again propped up a protective magic barrier within the body of the descendant of Dark Abyss.

Seeing this, Xiuge shook his head dissatisfied, then slowly raised the Touch of Charron and pointed the sharp sword at the fragile barrier.

In Bolva's desperate eyes, a black shadow suddenly pierced down.

Salem City was still quiet this night.
Chapter completed!