The master-level powerhouse is extremely fast, and Ranger is a warrior profession known for his super-fast explosive speed. When the two are combined, they create the instant killing power that is extremely fast and like a silent breeze.

Zola's move was too fast, and coupled with the unexpected effect of the sudden attack, the adjutant beside her had no time to react to what happened until his head and neck separated. The adjutant's face even maintained the arrogant look of rushing up to fight with Punk and others, but his head had slowly fallen in the air.

Until death suddenly arrived, the formal warrior did not make any resistance or exclamation. Under the sneak attack of the master-level powerful man, the death of the adjutant was only in a flash.

After killing his official lieutenant, the remaining members of the church who were generally at the intern level were naturally at the slaughter. Zola's long blood-colored whip danced gently, and a splash of sword light flew past the air at a very fast speed. Along with the clear breeze and Yang Yan, dozens of church members were also cut open with surprise and puzzled heads.

"These guys always like to call me "decapitation queen". To be honest, I don't like such a bad nickname, but... when I think about it now, I suddenly feel that what they describe is actually quite appropriate."

The light and fast moving steps avoided all the blood that fell like raindrops. Zola's long red hair outlined a red figure in the scorching air.

"Okay, the trash that is in the way has been solved. Can we have a good talk? Of course, I would like to remind the knight boy to talk here. Time in bed should be left for more interesting things."

He casually swung the long whip in his hand, and a few drops of bright red blood beads were immediately thrown to the sand by the female ranger and disappeared without a trace.

For master-level experts, killing such fifty intern-level professionals is too easy. One move can be enough to kill them in one blow. It is not shocking to die just by the death of a group of low-level professionals. However, Zola's words at this time made Punk and Kane silent.

Of course, compared to the slightly slight words of the female ranger, the dozens of heads that fell neatly behind her also had a unique background effect.

"Hey hey! I heard it right. Did you guy give up the interesting battle and plan to negotiate? It's true. You guys from the Nightmare Sect have learned to negotiate? Please ~ don't be a boring conspiracy, I'm looking forward to a hearty battle."

Kane's eyes, who had been holding his gun forked on the ground and took a step forward, began to become aggressive, and the punk standing next to Kane obviously had no intention of relaxing his vigilance. It would be no exaggeration to face enemies of the master-level powerhouse, no matter how careful they are.

Seeing Punk and Kane's vigilant look, Zola sighed slightly and then dissipated helplessly. Then she threw the long whip to the ground and raised her hands behind her head:

"I surrender! How about it? Can you listen to me? I am now equivalent to betraying the Nightmare Sect. Killing these sects is a little bit of a condemnation. Moreover, I will not hide any information about the Nightmare Sect next. In this case, can the spellcaster ask the spell caster to temporarily put away the spells in his hand?"

Looking at the lilac light spots emerging in Punk's hand with a little fear, Zola said his request helplessly.

After looking at Zola's face with a wry smile, Punk couldn't help but squint his eyes:

"What's the reason? Why did you surrender without fighting? Why did you come here? Finally... why did you betray the Nightmare Sect? Although you are decisive in your actions,... just a group of ants is not considered a lie, you should understand what I mean."

The cold voice was as intimidating as ever in Punk's mouth. Cooperating with his pupils with azure blue light, the punk, who was the eighteenth level caster, brought extremely terrifying oppression to everyone at this moment.

On the other hand, Kane looked at the enemy without any warning. After all, there was a need to be aware of such a blow-down at any time. What's more, Zola was still standing outside the punk magic trap. Just dissipating the fighting spirit and throwing away the weapons was not enough to make a master-level strong man lose his combat power.

Compared to Zola's behavior, her answer to the punk question is the most important thing now. I believe that as long as there is something wrong with her answer, Punk's spell and Kane's charge will definitely explode instantly. They are not good men and women. It is the basic quality of every person who is supreme to kill the wrong person than to let it go!

Facing the caster and knight who were ready to go, a drop of sweat slowly flowed down Zola's forehead. Even though he was a master-level strongman, the female ranger was still under too much pressure when facing the two monsters Punk and Kane at the same time.

"Well, I'll answer these three questions one by one."

Knowing that the next answer was crucial, Zola quickly restrained the kind of slight provocation that she often spoke in her tone and became serious:

"There are two main reasons why I surrender without fighting. First of all, I don't want to die. I can feel that the profession levels of both of them are above me. There are also a large number of magic traps in this town. If I fight here, I feel that even the chance of escaping is very slim!

On the other hand………”

Speaking of this, Zuola swallowed and said solemnly:

"For me, being able to meet two strong men is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is an opportunity to overthrow the Nightmare Sect. If it were you two, maybe it would be possible to push that damn old man off the altar and completely destroy this hateful Nightmare Sect!

As for why I came here…”

Speaking of this, Zuola's mouth cursed indescribable self-deprecating:

"On the one hand, I heard that Kuron, the annoying shaman of the sheephead, went to investigate, and on the other hand, I did expect to find the strong man who killed the shaman. It seems that I am very lucky, I found it."

Finally, Zola smiled slightly, and looked at Punk and Kane as smiling as possible. She had to admit that she had always had a serious expression. Zola, who was wearing heavy makeup, still had a unique charm when she smiled.

However, in addition to Kane's whistle, Punk directly chose to turn a blind eye - he had just keenly captured the keywords in Zola's mouth, and now he quickly started asking questions is serious:

"What damn old man did you just say? Are you talking about the leader of the Nightmare Sect?"

"Yes".

Zola nodded affirmatively and said this "damn old man". The female ranger's expression was filled with a lingering fear:

"What I mean by "damn old man" is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare Sect. The top strong man who has been rampant in this desert for more than 300 years has directly led to the mysterious disappearance of several masters after entering the Crazy Wave Desert - Level 19 Master Mage, Sosend Jace"!
Chapter completed!