The crows had already been cleaned up by Ralph.
And it was quite fast, much faster than the curly-haired man from before.
But when Ralph's attack was about to land, he suddenly heard his teammate's scream.
When he looked over, his teammate had already fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
What!!
Ralph was shocked.
He knew very well how deep his teammate's attainments in spiritual power were.
Even if it was himself, if he was hit by this spiritual power when he was not prepared, he would instantly lose consciousness.
But now, not only did he not cause any harm to the enemy, he had even backfired on himself?
Ralph turned his head and immediately met with Flanders's strange smile.
Danger!
At this moment, Ralph was shocked and immediately retreated.
Night Cut.
The sickle quickly drew a large circle in the air.
Ralph was lucky to dodge it, but the other two teammates were cut to varying degrees.
