260 Maze
Suddenly he reached out his hand.
The phantom of the maze, painstakingly cultivated with the foundation of the world, appeared in his hand, and he directly swung it downwards.
The maze expanded rapidly into a phantom and fell from the sky.
It directly blocked the attack of the countless fireballs.
Although the resounding maze trembled repeatedly and even slowed down a bit, the Master of the Goblin World did not care.
As a foundation of the world, he had poured immense resources into cultivating this maze trump card for so long, it was not so easily broken.
Not good.
Small Knife had been watching the battlefield, sluggishly lingering at the edge.
But at this moment, he felt a sense of being locked on.
Clearly, he was just a step away from entering the Secret Realm, yet he couldn't move at all.
"This is big trouble." Small Knife's face changed drastically.
