"It's a pity that your skill is a little short of fire, or else I would be the one to fall." Although Batou was standing, he was not in a good condition, his magic value was at the bottom and his life value was only half left, he looked at Simon the Snow Blower's corpse and said slowly.

"I wonder, have you ever heard of the surname Xuanyuan?" Simon the Snow Blower was already dead, and his corpse suddenly let out such a sentence as it lay on the arena stage.

"Never heard of it." ...