"Awesome!"
If Wei Dianyuan had a mouth, it likely would have stretched to the skies.
With his current level, the elves entangled by the black flame wouldn't die were critically injured.
However, while such an attack was immensely destructive, his Soulfire had also dimmed significantly in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, with his position exposed, three red-eyed Night Elves had already charged towards him.
At this time, Zhuo Yang was attracting aggro in the crowd, and Teacher Xia was sneakily killing with gusto.
Neither could provide support.
Wei Dianyuan was contemplating how to buy some time to meet up with the main force that was slowly arriving.
Suddenly, "whoosh," his Soulfire was pulled from his skull.
It flew ten meters away, landing in Heine's hands.
Wei Dianyuan's consciousness immediately fell into slumber.
The skeleton in the black robe, dark as pitch, collapsed to the ground with a tilt of its head but did not fall apart.
