Although she was reluctant to leave, the Demon-Sealing Sword was no longer hers.

After taking the knife, Su Mu didn't say much.

The competition is about to come, and this series of things happened again.

Sumu is really too lazy to talk now.

Bai Ze also sighed slightly.

Then he lit a fine smoke, sucked the clouds and blew the mist, and said.

"I really want to help you, but many things have changed irreversibly."

"Now, even if Tian Wu comes, I can't tell you what to do."

"But I know a little about that sandworm."

Su Mu signaled her to continue.

Bai Ze: "That is the patron saint of the desert and the patron saint of the Galamantes. This guy did not penetrate or invade the real world from the apocalypse world."

"It has been sleeping under this desert, perhaps because of the league, and now it is awakened."

"Try not to cause too much noise in the desert, so as to avoid being attacked by sandworms."

Sumu nodded.

Actually, everyone can feel it now.

A wonderful fusion between the apocalypse world and the real world is underway.

Regardless of whether these monsters came out of the apocalypse or not, it seems that they are no longer that important.

The era of full recovery has arrived.

The darkness of the apocalypse has been shrouded in it.

Everything can only be watched after the finals.

Bai Ze put out the cigarette butts, then bowed slightly to Su Mu, and left.

The desert is still scorching.

I don't know how long it took.

Sumu summoned the Death Bone Knife.

Wind and sand gushed.

The space ahead became a little illusory twisted due to the scorching heat.

However, it is still possible to see that a group of people are quickly approaching here.

They all wore black robes.

Besides rebirth of the organization, who else can be?

And at this time.

Su Mu spoke, his tone very calm.

"You're all here."

"I'm alone, that's enough."

I was already full of anger.

These people...
Chapter completed!