——Hold a pure black charming sword in his hand, and the blood-red blood was burned by the power of the Sun Yat on the sword.

——It's Ronald.

At some point, Baproul's companions had returned tonight.

Then the question is.

Just now, more than one person saw the success of William's seal!

Without any magic fluctuations or any violent movements, how did Ronald get rid of the seal?

It's impossible that there was something wrong with William's seal himself.

Then it exploded?

Even Baprol, the leader of the cult warlock, could not find any idea at this moment.

Just William knew him at first glance.

Baproul also understood his subordinate's abilities.

Little William is not, and it is impossible for him to be a man who has lost his links in such a thing.

——Look at Little William again.

The caster, whose body was cut off by one knife, did not die immediately.

He turned his head in Baprol's gaze and saw Ronald standing there as if nothing had happened.

Finally, William couldn't help but shout.

The voice was filled with disbelief:

"This...this is impossible!"
Chapter completed!