Even Qiao Jianjun and the others clenched their fists hard. "Damn, I really want to go up and fight."
Long Mang angrily punched a nearby withered tree, but he knew that with their strength, they couldn't possibly get involved in a battle of this level.
Lin Mo swung the longsword in his hand, his eyes emitting purple glows.
The only thought in his mind was, kill!
Wipe out all these so-called righteous people.
With a sweeping slash, the White Tiger under his feet was cleaved in two, its blood and organs spilling everywhere, the air thick with the smell of blood.
And the elder standing on the White Tiger was instantly split in half, his technique of Soul Destruction dissipated.
"White Tiger Dharma King!"
Seeing this scene, the elder riding the Mystic Turtle trembled all over, his eyes projecting two sharp beams of light straight at Lin Mo.
