"bass!"

In his hand, there was a blue flute covered with lines.

Seeing Qingdi, Ye Ge's face changed slightly not far away.

But at this time, it was on Fang Yu's side.

"Okay, have you finished your last words? Then I'll send you off." Fang Yu said with an expressionless face, raising his right hand.

"No! No! No..."

The six people cried miserably.

"Everyone, please watch and see how your leader died. If you want to die in the same way as them, then continue to do what you are doing." Fang Yu used his true energy to amplify his voice.

All over the Green Sea, the tone contained the ultimate coldness, "When I finish taking care of your leader, I will naturally go and deal with you... just wait."

These words reached the ears of more than 400,000 monks in the Southern Territory Alliance.
Chapter completed!