"Who on earth are you?"
Elder Ferguson looked at Ying Yue, his face unable to hide the shock and disbelief: "The Atlantis clan, where did such a master come from?"
The other Nagas were also showing expressions of terror and confusion.
The Atlantis clan is merely a small tribe, with only a Totem God as the Clan Leader, while the rest are just ordinary tribe members.
Yet now, this suddenly emerging master is obviously terrifyingly powerful, even Elder Ferguson is no match for him with one punch.
How powerful is this?
"Die!"
Facing their puzzled and shocked eyes, Ying Yue raised his right palm again and struck downward in mid-air.
"It's over!"
The eyes of the Nagas widened, and the thought of these two words had just appeared in their minds when they were smashed into pieces, including Elder Ferguson.
"A bunch of scoundrels, you deserve to die!"
