The Beamon Behemoth roared in pain. But he still turned around and pounced on the purple figure again.

"Beamon, it's really good...... It is worthy of being the strongest weapon of war for orcs......" The figure suddenly spoke. His voice sounded gentle and beautiful, but then his voice became furious, and the purple light of his whole body burst out: "Beamon Behemoth! Do you dare to challenge the majesty of this throne as a lowly being? How dare you hurt the chosen people of this seat, filthy species? How dare you? How dare you?"

While roaring, the long sword in his hand slashed again and again. This time, however, it was not as elegant as it seemed before. The original calm, elegance instantly turned into tyranny. The brilliant purple sword rays formed a terrifying storm of blades, heading straight for the Beamon Behemoth. At this time, the Beamon Behemoth did not move at all. It's not that he doesn't want to dodge, it's that he doesn't dare. The aura that erupted from the purple figure before was too terrifying. There seems to be a natural coercion over it. Not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of blood, the purple figure also suppressed him completely. However, that purple figure seems to be a human being, how can it suppress his bloodline?

The purple blade storm didn't give the Behemoth Bimeng more time, and directly overwhelmed it with the momentum of a raging storm. Next, this Behemoth turned into a tragedy. The sharp blade exploded into a mist of blood on him. The Behemoth wailed and wailed, but there was no way to hide. Eventually, his wails were drowned out by the sound of explosions......

Eventually, the sword in the purple figure's hand finally stopped. It was not easy to launch such a powerful attack, even with his great strength. However, the Beamon Behemoth was already a blur of flesh and blood, and all that was left was panting when it lay there. Seeing that he was about to die, he was still breathing.

The purple figure suddenly laughed, and he walked up to the Beamon Behemoth. He stuck his sword on the ground, squatted down and looked at the huge eyes of the Beamon Giant Beast and said slowly: "Hehe, the vitality of the Beamon Giant Beast is really strong enough, and such an injury is not dead yet?"

The Behemoth's eyes were filled with fear, and to him, the purple figure looked like a demon. With the strength of the eighth order of Bimeng, he actually had no power to fight back in front of him? He also had the bloodline suppression of the Behemoth! Wait, could it be said that he was ...... The Behemoth's pupils suddenly dilated, and the fear in his eyes was even greater.

"Oh, do you know what? I've heard that the Beamon Behemoth has a certain amount of intelligence, and it seems to be true. The purple figure was slightly surprised: "Now that you know, then I can't let you go, because I don't want others to know yet." That's it! See you again!"

The purple figure's hand suddenly moved. He drew his sword, which he had stabbed aside, and then rolled over and slashed at the head and neck of the Behemoth. Although the body of the Beamon Giant Beast was strong, it was seriously injured, how could it withstand such a powerful attack? Under the shadow of the sword and sword, blood splattered everywhere, and the head and body of the Beamon Giant Beast were separated like this. The eighth-order Beamon Behemoth died under the sword of the purple figure in such an unknown way!

The purple figure didn't seem to react much to slaying the Beamon Behemoth, just casually put away the long sword, as simple as killing a chicken.

Many professionals on the side were already stunned, the Beamon Giant Beast that had caused them huge trouble was actually killed by this purple figure like this? The Beamon Giant Beast was an eighth-order strength, and this person's strength was actually above the Beamon Giant Beast?

There was a moment of silence, and the earth-shattering cheers erupted. Anyway, the Beamon Behemoth was finally slain. This greatly reduced the pressure on the city. It will be able to free up the professionals of the Dragon Temple to deal with the orcs.

Frank stood up in sharp pain,

He bowed deeply to the purple figure, then picked up a fallen sword from the ground and shouted, "The magician heals the seriously wounded, and the rest who can still move come with me to support Roque!"

After a big battle, more than half of the professionals of the more than 100 Dragon Temple were killed or wounded, and most of the rest were seriously injured, so it was definitely not suitable to join the battle again. Frank was not unaware of such a situation, but the situation in the city was even more critical, without the protection of the city walls, it was impossible for thousands of soldiers to stop tens of thousands of orcs in street battles. After weighing it up, Frank gritted his teeth and made a decision, leading the rest of the professionals to the Alley War Zone.

Looking at the Dragon Temple Professional, the purple figure chuckled: "Stinky boy, I have done you a great favor this time! How can you thank me!" As he spoke, his figure gradually faded, and finally turned into a point of light and disappeared.

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In the city of Rhea, shouting to kill the heavens.