No!
Not just eighty or ninety percent.
When one wisp after another of green flame floated out, wrapping around Luo Chen's hands, Black King's eyes widened instantly.
"Master is going all out!"
For a moment, he couldn't help but look sympathetically at the three people not far away.
Unknowingly being ambushed by the master, they might not even know how they die when it happens, right?
Just at this moment, Black King suddenly noticed a change.
Tian Xuan did too, immediately speaking out, "Master, they're going to run!"
Luo Chen's gesture slowed slightly, yet he still didn't stop.
His gaze was fixed intently on that altar.
Under the slapping of yellow sand, the big formation shrouding the altar was on the verge of collapse.
While Wu Qi was vigorously handling the Golden Bell, he released a flying shuttle-shaped magic item.
Upon appearing, the flying shuttle expanded with the wind, growing to two yards large, hovering nearby.
Clearly.
