On a high platform.

The four people watching the battle were silent.

Battles come and go fast.

It's as if it's a fantasy that couldn't be more realistic.

But is this really an illusion?

Qi Rin took out the bullet case from the spatial ring.

The brass surface exudes a scorching heat, as if a primer has just been fired.

"Let's go."

The black-skinned elf beckoned to the blue-robed woman.

"The First Necromancer of the Worlds, the Corpse Guard Class Flower at the Beginning" Chapter 39 The Demon Dragon of Hell is being hit by his hand, please wait a while,

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