If not for everyone carrying teleportation tokens, those seriously injured monks would probably die one by one.

Facing the powerful eighth realm, even an immortal like Wu Xie could only be seriously injured.

The alien race is too powerful, and being able to cultivate to the supreme realm is equivalent to a supreme beast. With such an origin, it is stronger than many higher beings.

"boom."

Another person left, this person was from the sixth city.

"Whoa." The golden light around Jin Qingcheng was scattered, and he coughed up blood and left.

"Poof." Dark Curtain coughed up blood and disappeared.

At this moment, there are only four people left in the field, Zi Chen, Shuntian Dao, Wu Yinying, Destiny and a Thunder Holy Beast.

The alien had many wounds on his body, but they were not fatal. He smiled ferociously at the Thunder Holy Beast and said, "These ants will leave soon. Let's see how you die later."

Zi Chen sheathed the knife, his cold gaze fell on the alien, and said coldly: "How can we leave until you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the teleportation token far away.

Faith, the flame of faith burned again in Zi Chen's eyes.

"Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh."

The other three people did the same. Obviously, they really wanted to kill this guy regardless of life or death.

The entire monks in Shuntian Mansion were in a state of excitement, and the Demon Order couldn't help but nod in admiration, his eyes full of admiration.

"This is the being who can carry the cauldron when the war breaks out in the future." Lord Shuntian said.

Throwing away the token, Zi Chen stepped forward with a knife, releasing dazzling lightning all over his body.
Chapter completed!