Crash—
The body of the Poison Vortex strongman fell to the ground, split into two halves!
Blood immediately flowed on the ground, as if it were free.
What...what is going on?
The people of the Poison Vortex Tribe and the Yin Thunder Tribe were all in a daze!
On their faces, there was nothing but disbelief and more disbelief!
At this moment, An Qingyun also slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the fallen Poison Vortex Tribe strongman in front of him, his eyes were full of shock.
"Who?!"
After a brief silence, the clansmen of the Poison Vortex Tribe and Yin Thunder Tribe quickly turned their heads!
The clansmen of the Qingyun Tribe and Wuumu Tribe did the same!
Under countless gazes!
A white figure slowly appeared in their sight!
Seeing this figure, the Poison Vortex Tribe and Yin Thunder Tribe people were still somewhat baffled!
But the Qingyun Tribe and Wuumu Tribe people instantly fixed their eyes!
However, the first one to exclaim was An Xingming!
