The head of the Divine Race died so quickly and unexpectedly! It left the other four people of the Divine Race stunned for a moment.
"Boss!" When the head of the Divine Race's body fell to the ground, they finally reacted, each glaring daggers at Ling Feng: "I will kill you!"
"Ah! You're making me feel left out!" At this moment, Redick said quietly, with a hint of dissatisfaction and melancholy in his voice: "Death God's Scythe, annihilate them!"
The phantom behind Redick wielded a gigantic scythe, sweeping towards the four people of the Divine Race.
As the scythe swung, several black chain phantoms shot from behind the shadow, binding the four tightly.
"What is this thing, why is it restraining our bodies!" The people of the Divine Race were horrified.
But clearly, no one could answer them, and they would never get an answer in their lifetime.
