A Dead End For The Olant Federation. Taming The Water Of Netherworld!

The battle ended within a few minutes!

Sheng Luo was unwilling to accept death, so he took one last shot. Unfortunately, he still lost.

Losing meant death.

Wang Teng and An Lan flew down from the sky and stood at the edge of the deep hole.

Sheng Luo was lying in the center with his arms and legs spread out. His battle armor was broken with two terrifying sword slashes forming an 'X' in front of his chest. Fresh blood gushed out. The ground below him cracked like a spiderweb.

He used his last ounce of strength to raise his head and look at Wang Teng. The bitterness in his eyes was intense.

Wang Teng looked back into his eyes indifferently. No sounds were heard.

"Hahaha…" After some time, Sheng Luo laughed. He continued laughing like a maniac even though he was coughing blood. He sounded like a revengeful spirit.

"I'll be waiting for you in hell!" his laughter died down, and he spoke in a calm voice.