The middle-aged man knelt on the ground with his legs bent, his eyes were bloodshot, and the wounds on his forehead and face were large and small, which looked a little intimidating.

The blood kept flowing down, and seeing the five fire wolves rushing towards him in front of him, the middle-aged man's body trembled violently, and he wanted to get up and leave, but his body couldn't move, and was suppressed by a force.

The five fire wolves in front of them were menacing, with blazing fire in their eyes, extremely fierce.

This posture, this look, vows to tear him apart with one claw and completely destroy him.

The middle-aged man's forehead protruded, a touch of anxiety appeared in the depths of his eyes, and his heart was faintly uneasy.

Seeing that the five fire wolves were getting closer and closer to him, the middle-aged man was also anxious, and couldn't help roaring angrily: "Beast, you dare to come here, Lao Tzu will be able to move in a while, and I will take you to feed the dogs!" ”

Damn it!

These brutes!

These five fire wolves already hated him to the core, eager to tear him to pieces and torture him, and when they heard this middle-aged man say this again, the anger in their hearts became more and more intense, and they burned the plains madly, and their eyes were bloody, and they were extremely ferocious.

Speeding up, the five fire wolves jumped forward and pounced on the middle-aged man in front of them, opening their bloody mouths, revealing sharp fangs, and their eyes were full of blood, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ah......" The middle-aged man was surrounded by five fire wolves, his robe was not exposed at all, and his voice was full of trembling and pain.

Lonely stared coldly at the scene in front of him, his eyes were bottomless indifference, his sexy thin lips were tightly pursed, a black halo lingered all over his body, and his eyes were as cold as arrows, which was very intimidating.

Brute?

A black light flashed in his eyes, only to hear a man's frightened shout suddenly in front of him, and then blood splattered, and pieces of blood the size of a palm were thrown out.

Looking up, the middle-aged man who was still shouting in horror was already covered with corpses all over the field at this moment, and his body had been ruthlessly torn into countless pieces, all over the place, especially bloody.

A living person, but he was treated like this before he was born, suffering from this huge pain and inhuman torture, and the people around him were trembling violently, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Fear and fear grow from the bottom of the heart and spread throughout the body.

They were not afraid of the five fire wolves, nor the three cub fire wolves, they were afraid of the ink-robed man who suddenly appeared.

What is the strength of the middle-aged man, they know very well, and it can be said that they are the strongest among them. But now, under the coercion of this ink-robed man, he can't use any strength at all, and he can't move at all, how strong is the strength of the ink-robed man?

This person is particularly powerful, he is like a natural king, just one look is enough to completely destroy them.

At this moment, they no longer dared to act rashly, and even breathed a lot more lightly.

After a moment of silence, one of the senior blue-robed men stood up, and his tone was much lowered, making people sound like they were asking for peace: "Your Excellency, we don't know you, and it's impossible to talk about grudges. Today's incident is indeed my mistake, and I shouldn't treat these monsters like this. I'll apologize to them, and we'll settle the matter later, Your Excellency, what do you think? ”

Look at this group of ugly-faced people, and listen to these high-sounding hypocritical words.

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