This was another game between the Northern Army and the powerful families.
The battle between the Northern Army and the powerful families was a fight to the death when they stepped onto the arena.
The little fool pulled out the two cold daggers at his waist and looked around vigilantly. He even clumsily released his mental power.
This little fool had just opened his spiritual aperture.
He wasn't familiar with the use of his mental power.
At this moment, in the face of a strong enemy, using mental power was like a flaw.
A cold smile appeared on Seymore Weber's lips. With a thought, the sixteen figures in front of him waved their palms at the little fool.
The moment he made his move.
The little fool's mental power captured Seymore, and he charged at him with his two daggers, howling.
His golden vitality was instantly released.
At this moment.
The blade light was a thousand feet long which was slashed horizontally.
