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Boom!

Wang Ye swept through the army and killed another death curse race commander!

Scorching destruction!

His terrifying strength shook the heavens and earth.

The remaining death curse race experts had long scattered, frightened out of their wits.

"We won?" Exhausted Dongheng Wan Yi floated in the air, watching the two death curse race commanders besieging him, then fled as if he had seen a ghost.

His gaze landed on Wang Ye, akin to a God of War, feeling a mixture of emotions.

Cosmic Energy Spell!

Wang Ye had just displayed the Explosive Force Spell.

He speculated that this individual had grasped the barbarian star race's strengthening type Cosmic Energy Spell to conserve strength, but he hadn't expected such rapid progress.

If his guess was correct, the Explosive Force Spell just now was at least third stage or above!

His talent was astonishing.

"Extraordinary comprehension," Dongheng Wanyi sighed.