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The storm is still raging, pushing over half of the plain. In the high-speed rotation of the hurricane, every life seems to become the most worthless grass. Before such a violent storm, they have no choice but to break.

Death, blood, fury

The plain is full of the unique atmosphere of purgatory. All monsters will always remember the figure standing in the sky, that is, the boy in white, who turns this world into Purgatory.

However, no matter how much they hate each other, they can only run away at this moment.

Even the local monsters will be greatly suppressed in this violent storm, and they will be scared from the bottom of their hearts. Needless to say, those low-grade monsters who come to make soy sauce are not mentioned.

Before these natural disasters, no lower monster can escape.

All the monsters, under the violent tornado, have to run away in a hurry. The only thing they can expect is to get out of the storm.

At this moment, the advantages of flying monsters are displayed incisively and vividly. At least before the storm, their speed can be much faster than that of terrestrial monsters.

Although the aura of heaven and earth around the storm is extremely disordered, even the strong wind becomes difficult to control, as long as they wave their wings, they still have a chance to stay away from the storm.

In contrast, the goblins are much more miserable. Even if they run away, they can't avoid the extremely fast storm. Only in panic and fear, engulfed by the storm, raised high in the wind, torn to pieces!

The storm lasted for half an hour.

Ten huge murderous tornadoes swept every inch of the ground, and the monster died everywhere. Even the complete corpse of the monster could not be seen. Only in the vague flesh and blood, we can know that this was once a monster.

Half an hour later, the murderous storm came and rolled around here, and the monsters in the whole plain were taken care of by the murderous storm several times.

For half an hour later, the storm finally stopped.

Death's sickle, which is rampant in the world, finally takes back hell.

At the moment, however, the scene between heaven and earth has completely changed.

At this moment, the sky and the earth are no longer pure and bright. The whole plain, under the back and forth of the murderous storm, is completely beyond recognition.

The open and incomparable plain was plowed by the fierce and incomparable murderous storm, and the ground sank more than a foot! Even in some serious places, we can see deep and incomparable cracks on the ground.

It's a crack in the forbidden area of life cut by the storm.

Every inch of the ground above the plain is a mess.

Gravel, sand, flesh and blood, scarlet blood From the perspective of bird's-eye view, the ground has been completely washed by blood. I'm afraid only in the deepest purgatory can there be such bloody ground.

And at this moment, the monsters on the field can't be seen again - the damned ones are dead, the damned ones are running away!

When the storm swept through, it all changed. A group of beasts before

can still feel the allure of the essence of blood, but now under such a terrible murderous storm, they have completely forgotten the original intention of coming.