Twelfth Guild

"Shackles of Darkness."

"Black Sword Teleportation."

"Serpent's Hunt."

Three attacks were launched instantaneously, directly charging toward Han Xing.

"The female players from the Twelfth Guild have some skills. Their attacking methods can actually break through the defense of the Mad Dragon Guild."

Zhang Wanshan could not help but exclaim, his eyes filled with delight and admiration. These three female players looked good, and their figures were incredibly attractive. It was a pity. These guilds from Country H were not be to messed with.

Petite Delicate fixed her gaze on Han Xing's position on the screen. She knew that the guild master was formidable, but at times like these, she could not help but worry.

"Guild Master Star Rebel seems to be very confident in his abilities. He has no intention of evading. From what I know, the Twelfth Guild excels in the swift and lethal offensive. Once they lock onto their target, there's no escape."