Chapter 232 Mechanical Descent of the Gods_3

At this time, the Silver Pot and Armor also came over.

Drake raised his hand and a massive amount of fresh blood was drawn from two enemies on the ground, falling into his hands and forming a human-head-sized "Blood Sphere".

With a casual wave of his hand, the "Blood Sphere" burst, and the fresh blood sprinkled down.

The last two members of the Executioner squad instantly lost their breath.

"Each member of the Murder Club should develop a good habit of 'finishing off' their opponent."

Drake shrugged his shoulders and then added,

"I underestimated these two guys, wasted a minute..."

Akebin silently gave him a look, saying nothing, but the look in his eyes clearly conveyed deep disdain.

"Ah haha, Silver Pot! You have become even more powerful! Truly worthy as a warrior of our Pot clan!"

Mr. Pot patted Chen Lun's arm, praising him.

Chen Lun chuckled lightly, bent down to collect the spoils on the ground, and then looked up at Mr. Bales's battlefield.