"Bah!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his neck and let out an earth-shattering scream, hoping to attract two Wuzong-level subordinates to come to him.
Ten miles is not too far away, and you can definitely hear your screams. As long as they take the initiative to assist you, you can save a lot of time, and you can quickly reverse the situation of the battle.
The roaring and roaring sound reached for miles, like a bolt of thunder that swept across the sky and flew into the distance.
Unfortunately, yellow poisonous mist and black smoke filled the air, blocking the view and making it impossible to see the scene in the distance. However, the leader of the Voodoo Cult believed that as long as they heard his howling, they would definitely come to respond to him.
"Buzz!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult got angry, left Yang Ji behind, rushed into the poisonous mist and black smoke that filled the magma sea, and rushed away.
Nine miles!
It was quiet ahead, the whistling had stopped, but no movement was heard. The leader of the Voodoo Cult was slightly anxious. Didn't Hong Slave and the others hear it? Why was there no whistling response?
Eight miles!
The distance is getting closer!
But it was still quiet ahead, and the Voodoo leader had no choice but to whistle again.
Seven miles!
Six miles!
Five miles!
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Chapter completed!