Lin Du put the butcher's corpse into the storage bag. The butcher was proud of the late stage of the Empire of Wu, with strong combat power. If influenced by soul charm, Lin Du's overall combat power would be even stronger.
Phoenix Dancer and others sighed, but now she was dead, the butcher. How touching, as long as the butcher was proud to be ranked fifth on the list, he fell on the Devil Battlefield, becoming one of the lonely wandering spirits on the battlefield.
This is a cruel practice, the world of killing and being killed. The rise of giants is achieved by stepping on the bones of 11,000 proud warriors to reach the peak. The path is firm, and retirement is a ship crossing the Blood Sea, where the winner becomes king, and the intruder fails.
Lin Du glanced casually at Feng Wu, Feng Wu, and others. At that time, they became tense, sweating profusely.
