A missile as thick as a building support pillar suddenly flips up from behind the Magic Apostle.
Luxurious tail flames shoot and spray from the rear; this missile, which originally requires guided launching, instead is shot straight out like a javelin and explodes abruptly between the two sides.
Intense light and heat explode from the center of their battle, as if a second sun rose high in the sky.
Under the Crimson Abyss, Lu Wenwu only feels his body burning hot, an unprecedented scorching pain emanating from his skin.
Nearly a million Blood Bars dance furiously at this moment, nearly hitting the Red Line, triggering the Netherworld Pardon Order.
At this moment, Lu Wenwu feels somewhat depressed.
What kind of enemy is this, damn it!
In the middle of the fight, they just shouted "Ten-no Heika Banzai" and charged like a suicidal maniac.
This is really outrageous!
No traitors here, let's have some Siberian potatoes.
But truth be told, this suicidal assault was effective.
