"boom!"

There was a burst of screams, and more than twenty purple-robed men fell out.

Fang Yu stepped forward.

At this time, the eight black-clothed bishops present walked together not far in front of Fang Yu, took out their masks and put them on their faces.

Seeing the grimace masks on these people's faces, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xuanming tribe.

There is indeed a relationship between the Wushen Cult and the Xuanming Clan.

For the black bishop, they may be several times stronger than before after wearing the mask.

But in Fang Yu's eyes, there was no difference.

Fang Yu walked forward slowly.

The auras of the eight black-clothed bishops surged after putting on their masks.

They looked at Fang Yu warily, and for a while no one dared to take the lead.

"What are you doing standing still? Take action quickly..." the archbishop yelled.

It was not the eight black-clothed bishops who responded to the archbishop's roar, but Fang Yu's fist.

Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and punched forward.

"Crack!"

Fang Yu was not wearing a void ring, but the power of this punch was enough to shatter the void!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the eight black-clothed bishops wearing ghost-face masks didn't even have a chance to scream, and they all exploded!

The ground behind them suddenly dented!
Chapter completed!