Basel was stunned.
Burton and the others were also stunned.
Everyone still alive was stunned.
For a moment, the entire forest was silent.
The mercenaries who had just died here were all elite among elites, capable of spotting the enemy and firing a shot in less than a second.
Even such elites had no opportunity to shoot?
The horrifying part is, it wasn't just one elite, but nearly thirty!
From appearance to end, in less than one second, all these elites had died—what does that signify?
What kind of power is this?
Is he human?
He is a ghost.
He is a god!
The chilling aura of death rampaged through, everyone felt a coldness enveloping them, as though they were plunged into the depths of winter.
Especially Basel, at this moment, he was already breathless.
He was also someone from these lands, but he was a rising star recently. He had heard of the Purgatory Black Emperor but had never seen him, nor had an opportunity to face him.
