Chapter 267: Massive Slaughter (Request for Monthly Ticket)

At this moment, the elegantly dressed man with a fan, with his head bowed and his eyes dark and brooding, his black hair disheveled, his cold pupils flickering with gloom.

His hidden Divine Skills were broken by the fierce attack from Ninth Mountain's Colonel, completely exposing his figure, unable even to mask his basic appearance.

Even more so, under several commands from Ninth Mountain's Colonel, he stopped in his tracks, forced into not daring to make any rash moves.

At this time, as the four Garrison Generals soared into the sky, their eyes gleaming sharply, his face subtly changed, and he was forced to lower his head, droop his eyebrows, and grip the fan in his hand tightly.

"Damn it!"

"Quick, lower your head."

He gritted his teeth and sent this message telepathically to the Sword Servant beside him while his other hand slipped into his sleeve, the Spirit Light faintly flickering, his lips moving quickly, stepping back.