The tens of thousands of Array Masters watched this scene. Their faces changed. They spat out their own Blood Arrows to increase the power of the array. Unfortunately, they really were greatly exhausted now. The Wanxiang Dragon and Tiger Gate was finally shattered by the Poison Mist Master.
"Pfft!"
The Array Masters were disappointed, an arrow of blood shot out, their faces ugly and their breath weak.
An elderly man shook his head and said, "They're done for."
"Farewell," the Poison Mist Master said with a cold sneer.
The Poison Mist Master flicked his sleeves. The mist was a huge and fierce beast in ancient times. It devoured the Dragon and Tiger Formation. The light dimmed, the array shattered, the rules broke.
The Master and others struggled desperately, but their faces revealed an unavoidable expression of despair. Although they didn't want to admit it, they knew they couldn't escape this disaster.
