As soon as his words faded away, the other members of the Apocalypse Alliance also burst into laughter.
For them, it was a relatively rare phenomenon to see the Protoss Elly divine race being defeated.
One of them said with a smile under the cover of shadows and flames.
"It seems that the future of the Protoss Elly divine race will come to an end. They are actually in such a sorry state because of a level 12 holy-spirit demigod.''
With a livid face, Elly Kuran looked at the other party. At the same time, the other party didn't have to worry about the Protoss Elly divine race at all. He could only bear them.
"Damn it! He is just a level 12 mole cricket! Why are there so many holy six-wing angels with him?"
The anger in Elly Kuran's eyes could no longer be concealed. He waved his hand.
"Go and call all the elders of the masses over. Now, it's a matter of life and death for the Protoss Elly divine race!"
The man next to him also stood up immediately.