C1593 The Three Clans Are Fighting Against Each Other

1593.

Black-clothed Elder's eyes were filled with shock. He wanted to escape, but the blood-red light circle was getting faster and faster. He had already lost the ability to fight. At this moment, it was too late for Huolee to retreat.

"Argh!"

Both of his legs turned into pieces and blood fog. At this moment, an extremely miserable scream was heard from Black-clothed Elder's mouth