Chapter 400 Release the Victims

The gunpowder warehouse had been blown up, and Aron's final trump card was gone.

Aron wouldn't believe that his ordinary martial grandmaster cultivation could help him fight against an army of one hundred thousand soldiers and countless fighter jets in the sky.

The people of the Ecstasy Sect knew that Claud was teasing them. Otherwise, with only a few cannonballs, the Ecstasy Sect would have been razed to the ground.

"How could this be?

"Where exactly are they hiding? Why haven't our sentries discovered them? Every day, three to five hundred disciples would patrol around the mountain. Why haven't they discovered anyone? Who can tell me?"

"Because they are all dead."

A cold voice sounded behind Aron, Avery, and a group of elders.

It was a black-armored warrior, like a ghost general of hell with a breathtaking aura.

He was a general under Melissa.

The Vice Commander of the Death Forces.

Maverick Hatton.