One after another, the raiders' space fighters were blown into fireworks in space, and they were horrified to find that they had encountered two killing gods.
Wuzou, who shuttled among the raiders' fleet like a butterfly, was like the god of death wielding a scythe, harvesting the raiders' lives like crops in the field.
And the pure faith that was shooting continuously with cold and precise posture in the distance was like an evil ghost in the darkness, causing them to die suddenly on the spot without any warning.
So when Tailong finally calibrated his malfunctioning Willing wingsuit and flew back, the raiders had actually already fled in all directions, not daring to touch the edge of Wuzou and Pure Color Faith again.
"Damn it, why are you running?"
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