A scream sounded, and more than twenty men in purple robes fell out.

Fang Yu stepped forward.

At this time, the eight black-clad bishops present walked together not far in front of Fang Yu, took out the mask and put it on their face.

Seeing the grimace masks on these people's faces, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xuanming clan.

There is indeed a relationship between the Witch God Cult and the Xuanming Clan.

For the Black Bishop, they may be several times stronger than before after wearing the mask.

But in Fang Yu's eyes, there is no difference.

Fang Yu walked forward slowly.

The eight black-clothed bishops, after putting on their masks, their breath surged.

They looked at Fang Yu vigilantly, and no one dared to take the lead for a while.

"What are you doing when you stand? Get started..." the Archbishop shouted.

The archbishop's roar was not the eight black-clad bishops, but Fang Yu's fists.

Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and suddenly punched him in front.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu did not wear an ethereal ring, but the power of this punch was enough to break the void!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the eight black-clad bishops wearing grimace masks had no chance to scream, and all burst!

The ground behind them sank!
Chapter completed!