"Seventy miles...eighty miles...that's almost it!"
Yang Ji's heart is like a mirror. While he is meticulously and dangerously avoiding the flying iron corpses, flying bronze corpses and voodoo leaders, there is another part deep in Yang Ji's heart that is also carefully calculating his escape.
distance.
The two of them are extremely fast!...
Ninety miles...ninety-eight miles...one hundred miles!
When this accurately calculated number passed through his mind, Yang Ji's mind buzzed, as if a pre-set mechanism was suddenly triggered. Yang Ji suddenly stopped at the bottom of the sea, and all subsequent attacks failed one by one.
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The next moment, Yang Ji exploded!
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On the sea surface, magma surged, and huge burning waves surged crazily, setting off huge waves.
The leader of the Voodoo Cult's heart was undulating like ocean waves, unable to calm down.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
The leader of the Voodoo sect gnashed his teeth and was filled with resentment.
From the beginning to now, he has been chasing for more than a hundred miles, but so far, his pursuit has not yielded any results. With his level of the eighth major martial arts master and his meticulous spiritual perception, this situation is simply unbelievable.
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The spiritual perception of the Eightfold Great Wuzong is so detailed that even a mosquito flying in the sky can clearly see the hair on its legs and the lines on its wings.
When this ability is applied in combat, it means that you can predict the enemy's aircraft first, and all the opponent's reactions and movements can be understood as clearly as if you were able to see patterns in the palm of your hand.
But he actually failed to predict the actions of a seventh-level martial sect!
This is incredible!
Chapter completed!