“If you hit the pond fish, I knew it!”
Finn cursed, subconsciously trying to dodge, but the drop of black liquid chased him as if it had eyes.
Seeing that he couldn’t dodge, Finn had no choice but to fight it out, and took out seven or eight good magic weapons in a row to block him.
Zi Zi Zi!
Another strange sound rang out. Seven or eight protective magic weapons were turned into fly ash like paper, and the protective mask formed had no effect and was directly penetrated.
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