On the battlefield of the Immortal King, the six top experts in Maya's life have already been on the scene. Carraso Caesar was seriously injured, Ottoman was half dead, Shakespeare was the same, Zhebe lost the Explosive Bow, and the Giant Whale King was also in a bad situation.

Westdrew had a bit of a stroll in the garden and was not in a hurry to take their lives. This was probably his most enjoyment. Once these people played, there was nothing that could stop the army of undead.

"Caiser, you disappointed me so much. It's only at this level. Forget it, let me end your life, or you are willing to give your soul to me and obtain immortality."

Westdrew walked towards Caesar step by step, and Caesar responded only by sneering, but he did not give up. The energy flowed high in his body. Although his body was a little numb, his condition was still the best, but it took some time.

"Old undead, look at your current ghostly appearance, the undead tribe, the undead is nothing now, just a poor worm, you have nothing!"

Westdrew's steps stopped, "Ghostly?"

Vesdrew's energy began to fluctuate, and this was the one he was most afraid of, but no one dared to comment on his current situation. Losing his body and losing the body of the undead was his greatest pain. He was no longer a monster that was neither human nor ghost.

A punch was blown out, and Caesar's body flew out, and a body that flashed into Vesdrew appeared behind Caesar, and a heavy leg hit Caesar's waist.

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"I will torture you all to death little by little... Huh?"

Weisdrew carried Caesar in one hand and turned his head. It was strange that the archer he hated could still stand up.

"Let him go!"

Zhebi's voice was cold and his eyes looked as gloomy as hell.

Weisdrew smiled and punched Caesar's stomach, "So what if you don't let go, brotherly feelings, how touching I'll see how excited you can be."

As he said that, another punch was made, and Caesar's body instantly swung up and was pulled back. And the little power that he had finally continued was blown away again, and he didn't even make a sound.

Vesdrew was jealous, and he and Arella were the same back then. But Arella died and his body was gone. There was only the boundless emptiness. He wanted to wipe out this feeling with his own hands. This could bring him the greatest pleasure and prove that he still existed.

"Let him go!"

With a loud shout, Zhebi's body suddenly shone with silver light, and a dazzling silver color was spreading. It continued down from its head until it covered Zhebi's entire body, and Zhebi became a silver person.

But after Zhebe turned silver all over, his sense of position disappeared, and Vesdrew was also stunned. It was impossible, and this kind of thing had never happened before. Even the extreme realm of the evil dragon knight could not be hidden from him, but when Zhebe stood there, Vesdrew had no sense of position. It seemed that the one who stood there was just a phantom.

Now, Tshebey's whole body was covered with a bone-cold silver color. His hands were stretched out, and the silver light shot between his hands. A long bow gradually formed, which was a bit similar to the shape of the Monaru bow, but it was not exactly like the silver light flowed like a ** and gradually solidified, turning into a brand new silver bow.

This is the anger of Zhebi, the world's number one god bow that was passed down in later generations.

Westerru looked at the archer in front of him curiously. It was a strange variety. He took a very strange route, but his realm was amazing. All the masters, including him, developed from the basis of magic and fighting spirit. The archer in front of him actually took a unique approach, but he could achieve the same goal. Using human evaluation standards, this is already a domain level. Is a new domain master? But so what? The domain level is also not worth mentioning in his eyes, let alone a newly promoted one.

The silver bow appeared and seemed to shake for a moment. Vesdrew was stunned. His arm was penetrated and Caesar fell from his hand.

Vesdrew smiled, and it was so strange that he could actually hurt him, but the hole in his arms was immediately made up for it. This injury was meaningless to him, and Vesdrew approached Zhebe step by step.

Zhebe did not retreat, and the silver light burst out. Wiesdrew's body seemed to be bombarded by raindrops, but this situation was like raindrops falling into the calm water. Although countless ripples were stirred up, it was still calm afterwards, just by chance.

Westerru blasted out as usual, Zhebo did not move, the silver bow spread out, the silver light gradually absorbed the power of space, and the silver light enveloped the whole person.

Drew was a little curious. This guy was so strong that he could ignore his attack.

But the result surprised Vesdrew. His fierce death energy hit the other party, and he did not react at all, and roars came from the ground.

At this time, Zhebe's arrow had already been shot out, and the grand silver light immediately arrived in front of Vesdrew. Wherever the silver light went, it felt like it was frozen. Of course, this was not the freezing of ice magic, but an attack on the soul. Vesdrew had to defend himself. His hands were spread out, and the repulsive power field of the Immortal King was instantly launched. Zhebe's extremely fierce arrow was decreasing, and in the blink of an eye, he stopped in front of the Immortal King. Vesdrew took the silver arrow, narrowed his eyes slightly, and became even more curious. Is this the ability of creation? Energy materialization, this is a very amazing ability.

Unfortunately, he is still not his opponent.

With a wave of his hand, the death storm rushed towards Zhebe. Zhebe remained motionless, and the arrows were connected to the heart. Countless silver lights penetrated into Westerdru like needles. Westerdru failed again. This time, the attack was like the same as before, but it still didn't work.

What's going on!

No one has ever ignored his attack like this, but the Immortal King showed a strange smile on his face, as if he felt something was wrong.

Weisdrew's body disappeared and appeared in front of Zhebe instantly. Even if he was close to Zhebe, he could still attack. Unfortunately, this level of attack was still pale in comparison in front of Weisdrew. Now it was Zebe's turn to be raised.

"Your ability should be to transfer energy. You have transferred the two attacks just now to the ground. It's such a wonderful ability."

Weisdru looked at Zhebei with a smile and punched him out. Sure enough, his power was transferred to him, but this ability was defective and he had to contact certain objects.

Naturally, Vesdrew would not be hurt by himself, while Zheber's body was parked in the air, "What can you do now!"

boom……

Zhebi's body was knocked away, and the silver light dimmed, but he was immediately pulled back. Westerru looked at Caesar, whose eyes were about to be on fire, "How about it, isn't it painful to see him being beaten? What a reminiscent look, but do you have a way?"

boom…

The silver on Zhebe's body was fading, and each punch made Caesar extremely angry, but Westdrew enjoyed this feeling very much.

Caesar rushed, and at this time the others also took action. Carrasso, Ottoman, Shakespeare, and Raphael temporarily suppressed their injuries during this period. At this time, they could only fight to the death. Although there were enemies and friends in the relationship between everyone, they were now all angry by the Immortal King.

Whether it is stupid or ridiculous, the difference between life race and the undead is emotion. Westdrew has always been reluctant to admit it, but in fact he is already an undead creature.

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Ottoman didn't care whether Zhebe was his enemy or not. At this moment, he just wanted to use the Grim Reaper's stinky head to cut off Vesdrew's stinky head and kick it as a ball.

The problem is that everyone can only think about it. Without the help of the evil dragon and the golden dragon, the strength of the two was sharply reduced.

Vesdrew only released an energy explosion, and everyone was bombarded.

Rumble...

The five people bounced back and fell heavily to the ground. Caesar also enjoyed special treatment and another heavy punch. Wester looked at the sky with some emotion. Although he created this battlefield, he was still nostalgic. Unfortunately, this feeling is gone forever.

The seal of the Qinglong seal has disappeared!

The energy of Vesdrew increased instantly, but the endless pressure stood there so that everyone could not move. Only then did they realize how ridiculous the plan was. Vesdrew's power was far beyond their imagination. The accumulation of thousands of years has put him to a limit that they could not cross.

"The game is over, you are the first one!"

The Immortal King's hand penetrated Zhebi's chest and went out casually.

Zhebi's body fell to the ground, twitched twice, but did not get up.
Chapter completed!