Blood mixed with rain.

This day.

In Maoye City in southern Xinjiang, rivers of blood flowed.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The inferior warrior of different blood who was giving orders was kneeling on the ground, his limbs continuing to twist, as if some invisible force was grabbing his limbs and twisting them into twists!

Li Guanqi walked towards him step by step, slowly clenching the five fingers of his right hand into a fist.

As his right hand tightened, the limbs of the alien-blood warrior became more and more twisted.

The peak one-level spell: Invisible Grip!

Big body, more blood.

And most importantly, as the son of Tongyou, every drop of his blood can contain more spiritual power.

Li Guanqi's total amount of spiritual power has never been comparable to that of conjurers of the same level. Only by comparing across levels can it be considered "fair".

The total amount of spiritual power at the Liangyi level to drive these one-level spells is an understatement to the extreme.

"tell me."

Li Guanqi stood in front of the alien-blood warrior, his right hand clenched more and more tightly, and he looked down condescendingly. His cold and ruthless black eyes were like the gaze of the Nine Nether God of Death, full of coldness and death.

"Where's Cooper?"
Chapter completed!