It's Too Late

"Wah!" Liu Feng spat out mouthfuls of blood, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be crushed.

Han Xing had just given him 60 lightning balls, and the extreme pain made his mind clear. He did not feel any regret, only endless hatred.

Pattering Little Horse, Fourteen Continents, One Sword Horizon, and Turban Qiaoqiao were not idle either. They directly followed the requests of the guild members and launched a retaliatory attack on the players of the Sky Dragon Guild.

On the surface, Turban Qiaoqiao looked incomparably cold and aloof, but her actions were vicious. She directly treated people as live targets, and the arrows in her hands were as if they were free. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, she directly shot people into a sieve.

The key was that under such extreme torture, these people were all alive. It was all thanks to the god-level priest, Wind Flower Snow Moon, that kept them alive.