The ghost cultivator looked at the red gnomes and revealed a sinister smile. &Quot; "Not bad, not bad at all. I didn't expect you to escape. Impressive. It seems that I have underestimated the gnomes 'strength. But your luck will end here."
The red gnomes 'faces were ashen. No one stood up to resist, no one stood up to resist, and no one made a sound. Perhaps the red gnomes could only express their resistance in silence.
The ghost cultivator looked at the red gnomes and suddenly laughed. &Quot; &Quot; not bad, not bad, not bad. You actually dare to resist. This will only make me even happier. You can all die now! &Quot; After saying that, the ghost cultivator moved his hand and was about to attack.
At that moment, a fireball suddenly flew out from the forest and headed straight for the ghost cultivator. The fireball was not very big, only the size of a fist, but Zhao Hai did not dare to underestimate it.
