Huolang, Augustine and others, after experiencing ups and downs in their mental states, finally regained their composure. Staring at Mu Bai's figure, they could let go of their hanging hearts, but there were still many unsolved doubts in their hearts.
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"Damn it, just lie down for me!"
The earth dragon cursed angrily, swung its giant tail full of dragon spines, and struck hard at the bruised condor beast.
"Bang!"
The dragon's thorn directly pierced the condor's flesh, splattering a large area with blood, and smashed its huge body to the ground like a rubber ball.
"Boom!"
After the condor fell to the ground, it created a large hole more than ten meters deep. The bones in its body seemed to be falling apart. After struggling for a while, it could not get up from the hole.
At this moment, the ground beneath it shook violently, and more than a dozen sharp stone thorns shot out from the ground.
This is a profound thrust attack!
By the time the condor beast reacted, it was already too late.
"Pfft!"
His back was suddenly penetrated by more than a dozen stone thorns, and his body was injured by the stone thorns. He was spitting out blood and was dying.
"Grandma, let's see if you're still dead!"
As if letting Buddha go was not enough to vent the anger in his heart, Earth Dragon summoned another meteorite with a diameter of more than ten meters and smashed it down.
"Boom!"
The dust was flying and the sight was obscured by the smoke. Although the condor beast could not be seen clearly, it was possible to imagine its end.
After a while.
Wait for the smoke to dissipate.
Clemont, covered in blood, struggled to crawl out of the rock crevice.
At this moment, a figure suddenly landed in front of him.
"It's you!"
Clemont raised his head with difficulty. When he saw Mu Bai in front of him, his pupils suddenly narrowed and he felt suffocated.
"Whoa!"
With a flash of blood-colored sword light, the dragon-slaying sword was placed in front of Clemont's eyes.
Clemont said in horror: "You have nothing to do with me...you...please let me go."
He knew the fate of Caesar, Hamilon, and Castile, and he was extremely afraid that he would be like them.
Mu Bai's face was as cold as ice and he said: "If your four divine towers exist for one day, the mainland will never be at peace. Just die."
He raised the knife and dropped it.
"Pfft!"
A bloody head rolled down the hill from Clermont's Neck, blood splattered on the wooden white leather boots and stained his boots red.
Immediately, a godhead shaped like a condor flew out of Clemont's body. He tried to escape, but was chopped to pieces by Mubai's knife.