All the elders of Yaowang Valley have begun to sweat on their foreheads, and their magic power has begun to be exhausted.

This eight-door burning fire array is powerful, but also consumes an unusually large amount of energy.

"This kid is really a stone in a latrine. It's smelly and hard. He's not dead." Every elder complained fiercely in his heart, and at the same time he was secretly awe-inspiring.

The power of this eight-door burning fire formation is such that an ordinary master would not be able to survive it for more than a minute.

But Long Xiaoshan had already lasted ten minutes.

This is too perverted.

If he really wants to come out, how can Yaowanggu resist him?

"Burn him, burn him to death!"

Many elders took out the elixir and began to swallow it, desperately pouring mana into the magic weapon of the formation gate.

Another ten minutes passed.

At this time, even the owner of Yaowang Valley couldn't hold it any longer.

Not to mention other elders.

I have already swallowed a lot of pills.
Chapter completed!