Slaughter

"We're finished!"

Ross took a deep breath, looked at the huge white Tower behind him, and then at the enemies around him, his face full of despair.

At this time, almost all the high-level members of the White Tower had gathered here, including Kratos, who was at the peak of the second-circle, Theron and Jesse, who were at the late stage of the second-circle, as well as second-circle warlocks such as Rawls, and a large number of first-circle warlocks.

Ross was among them. They were gathered at the bottom of the White Tower, surrounded by a large number of blood alliance warlocks. The two sides were in a confrontation.

"Pabulo, you guys are too sinister!!" Kratos stood at the forefront and gritted his teeth as he looked at the master of the blood Alliance.

"Hehe, all's fair in war." Pabulo only laughed smugly.

"Can you tell me how you got here?" Kratos looked at the configuration of the opponent's ten thousand health and cursed in his heart.