C1877 The Attack of the Demons

"Set up a line of defense!"

"Sprint defender, behead!"

Faang Fann's cold gaze swept across the surroundings, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

When he gathered all the strength in his body, he subconsciously frowned.

"Master, my cultivation base has been suppressed to the Lower Ranked Quasi-Sage..."

"Me too..."

……

The heroes walked over with confused expressions on their faces