2,856. We, the eight desolates, must kill him! 1

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

In the windless forest, more than a dozen experts from the eight desolates surrounded Wang Xian.

The leader of the group was an elder who was hovering in the sky and locked onto Wang Xian. He was also an elder from the eight desolates, a level 9 immortal king expert.

The strength of the eight desolates used to be ranked in the top three in the entire starry sky. Now, it was ranked fourth.

Bhang’s strength was much stronger than the imperial court’s, and he was even stronger than the Shamans Association.

“Elder lie, over twenty disciples have all been killed. They’re completely dead!”

A middle-aged man landed on the corpses of the disciples and said with an embarrassed expression as he sensed with his mind.

It was very difficult to kill a god King level powerhouse. If they were in danger, they could just run away.

However, they had all died here.

This made them extremely astonished.