"Kill!"
Marcus Watson swung his large hand, shouting coldly!
The palace buildings and mountains all suppressed and charged upwards!
The ghost soldiers and ghost generals also rushed up!
In an instant!
Clang clang clang!
Rumble rumble rumble!
The sound of impacts and explosions continuously reverberated, shaking Heaven and Earth, disturbing the Eight Desolates!
Large areas of energy and light erupted like a volcanic explosion, a mountain torrent bursting its banks, rushing towards all directions!
Lionel Yeager and the seven others were simultaneously blasted away, their bodies' blood splattering in the air, worsening their injuries!
Meanwhile, Neal Tennat and Marcus Watson merely stepped back a few paces before steadying themselves!
Neal Tennat spoke coldly: "Though these eight guys aren't at Celestial Immortal Perfection, their strength is undeniably good!
Seems like if we want to kill them, we can't hold back any longer!"
