Chapter 1145: Feigarand in Crisis
After just a few seconds, a jaw-droppingly huge teleportation array finally appeared in its entirety above the square.
This teleportation array emits a dazzling light, and its complex patterns and symbols are dazzling.
At this time, Saint Zaire put his hands in a strange lifting position and shouted again: "Wanli!"
Along with this shout, a sharp and piercing cry suddenly sounded - "Chirp!!!"
The next moment, all the people in the teleportation array disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had never appeared here.
In the huge square, there was only the lonely figure of Saint Zaire, standing there gasping for breath.
"Damn it, this is not a good mission!" Zaire Sheng muttered to himself as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
Casting such a powerful teleportation magic just now has consumed a lot of his physical strength, and he needs to rest.
After a short rest, he saw a small teleportation array suddenly appear under his feet.
Then, a ray of light flashed, and the figure of Saint Zaire disappeared from the spot, being teleported to an unknown distance...
The originally bustling and lively square suddenly became silent and empty, as if under a spell. The sun still shone on this empty space, but it could not cover up the inexplicable loneliness and desolation.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of an inconspicuous house outside the square. This person was Ji Hai. He raised his head slightly tiredly, and his eyes swept across the empty square in front of him. He couldn't help but feel surprised. He calmed down a little, then slowly turned his head and cast his eyes to the luxurious and solemn Tianlong people's residential area behind him.
Looking at the rows of tightly closed doors and the towering walls, Ji Hai murmured to himself, "Just as the captain said, there is no one here anymore." His words revealed his admiration for the captain's foresight.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Hai no longer hesitated and quickly turned around and went into the street beside him. His footsteps were light and agile, like a clever cat, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the depths of the intricate streets and alleys, leaving only the empty square and the quiet residential area of the Celestial Dragons as witnesses of what had just happened. ……………
And on the remote and mysterious Island of Besta, a thrilling showdown is taking place.
Fegaland and Kuro stood facing each other, and the domineering auras emanating from them collided and intertwined with each other, forming an invisible pressure wave that spread out in all directions. However, this fierce confrontation did not last long, and Fegaland gradually showed signs of decline.
With a dull sound, Kuro's domineering aura was like a surging torrent, fiercely hitting Feigarand. In an instant, Feigarand was like being hit hard, flying backwards several meters away, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled hard to stand up, but found that his legs seemed to have lost their strength and could not support the weight of his body. His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.
At this moment, Feigaland was leaning on his sword with both hands to keep himself from falling down. The hideous wound on his chest was continuously bleeding red blood, dyeing the ground in front of him scarlet. Through the deep wound, one could vaguely see the white bones inside, which was chilling.
"Die!" Kuro shouted coldly with an expressionless face, not giving Feigarand any chance to breathe. Before he finished speaking, he had already raised the long sword in his hand high up, and with an extremely fierce momentum, he chopped towards Feigarand's head fiercely. The speed of this sword was extremely fast, like lightning across the night sky, making it impossible to avoid it.
