Not long after Dongfang Herring left, the wind magician appeared at the place where the five players died. Seeing the dead bodies of the five players, his handsome face suddenly darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he stared at the broken magic barrier for a few seconds. , the voice is like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month: "Dongfang Herring, you can't escape, you are destined to be my stepping stone."
The sound drifted far away with the wind and lingered for a long time, showing the determination of the wind magician. Unfortunately, Dongfang Herring had already gone far and could not hear it
Returning to the Magic Mountain again, I saw significantly more players. After several months of fighting, many players have been killed, but more and more players are rising. The masters are all (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com