Thinking back to the place he had just passed, Wen Wenhai immediately remembered that in front of the two hills they had just attacked, there was a small hill that wasn't very high, and there was nothing obvious on it, so he didn't pay much attention to it before. Now it seemed that the people of the sacred Institute had probably put the magic circle there.
Wen Wenhai recalled the position of the mountain top. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp force coming straight to his face.
Wen Wenhai couldn't help but sneer. The opponent obviously didn't know his strength and thought he was only a master of the dancing sky level, but he didn't know that he had already become a master of the broken River level. Wen Wenhai moved his hand and thrust his sword forward. A scream came from in front of him, and then there was no sound.
