Witnessing this scene.
Fear flashed in everyone's eyes!
"Nelos! Damn it!" High Priest Xiao exclaimed.
"You despicable creature!" Wu Ling'Er couldn't help but curse from the side.
Nelos completely ignored their insults.
It only wanted to destroy these annoying defense towers first.
As for the lives of those peasants, what did it matter?
At this moment.
Countless Witch Race People closed their eyes.
A man's figure simultaneously appeared in their minds.
It was Han Xing.
There was no fear of death in their hearts.
Only a deep hatred for this red dragon!
All the Witch Race People, bearing the fear of death, shouted loudly.
"Saint Master! Don't worry about us!"
"Kill this giant dragon, avenge us!"
Nelos's eyes were still full of disdain.
Everyone thought.
The Witch Race Continent would be torn apart under Nelos's strike.
But they saw a smile suddenly appear on the corner of Han Xing's mouth.
"Just waiting for this moment!"
