With the individual strength of the Dragon God and others, it was not difficult to kill these people in black, but the problem was that there were too many of them.
Shen Yanxiao roughly calculated that there were at least five hundred of these cloaked men in the square. The Dragon God and others were surrounded by at least a hundred people in black. These people not only had the strong bodies of dragons, but they also had the powerful resilience of undeads. As long as they could not directly kill the other party, they would be given time and opportunity to recover, and the battle would continue.
"These guys are so hard to deal with!!" The Dragon God was simply speechless. The attack power of the black-clad people was nothing to him. What made him depressed was that these guys were like unkillable cockroaches. After injuring a batch, a new batch immediately rushed up. When the second batch was finished, the first batch that he had injured came back as good as new.
