But, it was only stagnant for a moment!
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
The three of them shouted fiercely almost simultaneously.
Forcibly pushing through the still wildly burning, eroding defense of the Dark Gold Shenxiao, like three blood-colored arrows released from a bowstring, they charged forward fiercely once again.
Faster than before, more aggressive than before.
The three figures tore through the lingering golden arcs, heading straight for the center where Fang Qingyu stood like the descent of the Thunder God.
There was only one goal.
To get close to Fang Qingyu in the shortest possible time with unstoppable momentum.
To absolutely not give the opponent any chance to catch their breath and employ strange tactics.
At the same time, beside the Maybach car.
The gray-clad Apostle leaning against the car door still had an eyes as calm as a still well, as if the peak collision in front of him, enough to make any ordinary Tier Three shudder, was merely a dull pantomime.
