Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fear breeds completely in his heart.

It doesn't feel like at all... that's definitely a real warrior!

Facts have proved that whether it is a **** or a person, in the face of extreme fear, they will subconsciously radiate the fear in their hearts.

The pseudo-god in front of him... is naturally within this range.

Fang Fan's eyes seemed extremely calm from beginning to end.

For him, the envoy of the wind chaser... is the target of death.

He is a scourge in a way!

Fang Fan had completely offended him, and now he was controlled by an Intermediate Hell Messenger, so Fang Fan had a chance to devour her divine power through the system.

But if it waits until the ten-minute time limit of the Intermediate Hell Messenger runs out, waiting for Fang Fan... it will be a complete counter-attack!

Fang Fan was never willing to give his life to others.

Fang Fan's hands became more powerful. He pressed the head of the wind chaser tightly, watching his head squeezed, cracked, and then dried up little by little.

Soon, the awe-inspiring wind chaser turned into a corpse... all over, there was not even a little blood...

The scene became surprisingly quiet, everyone's eyes were focused on this...watching the fall of a divine envoy...

"No... it's impossible!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it is true!"

"This is fake! These are fake! They must be fake!"

"My Lord is invincible! Who can compete with my Lord! This is absolutely impossible!"

"How can the power of humans be compared with the Lord God Envoy... This is simply a fantasy..."

The most exciting at the moment is not Fang Fan, but the burial times in the village.

His body trembled frantically, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually turned into panic...

He yelled and climbed frantically behind him.

His legs have been killed by Fang Fan. At this moment, he can only rely on his hands to climb sadly, it is too dangerous here, he wants to escape! Must escape!

The guards around him flee from the dead, none of them are reliable at the moment.

The millions of East British troops under his command have also disappeared at this moment. What awaits him at this moment is the long silence...

Suddenly I feel that his shoulder has been touched by someone... Soon, he turned his head subconsciously... He saw a familiar figure...

It's a lion bone! Commander of the ten-star dragon and lion knight army...

This was originally his subordinate, now it has become Fang Fan's help!

There was an expression of anger and resentment on his face...

"Go away! You traitor! I don't want to see you!"

Jucun Funeral shouted viciously at the lion bone.

For the betrayal of the ten-star dragon and lion knight army, this is his eternal pain...

"I don't want to see you either, but my master invites you to come over!"

There was a sneer on Lion Bone's face, and he contemptuously contempt for the burial times in the village.

This kind of existence has no leadership ability, only knowing to enslave the army under his...

Under such people, fixation is a disaster.

"No...no!"

"Lion bones... I know, I know you hate me... But shall I ask you to let me go? Fang Fan caught me, he is going to kill me!"

"Just because we used to be the master and servant...you let me go! Will you let me go?"

"As long as you promise to let me go, I will give you what you want, there is absolutely no falsehood!"

"Please... please! I beg you... OK?"