Graves was very perceptive.
Having detected the trajectory of the spatial blade, he raised his refined machete to try and block it.
but.
There was a loud crack!
The spatial blade easily severed the cleaver.
They cut off Graves's head, leaving him a headless corpse.
Zhao Wu shook his head, his face mocking: "This is your Modo Holy Cult's seventh-level elite? Too weak, too weak. Even if you sent a hundred more, they would all end up the same way. It's truly disappointing."
The entire killing of these fifteen people took less than three seconds; it's truly horrifying.
The members of the Modo Holy Church behind them also witnessed this scene.
Their fighting spirit, which had been rekindled, was instantly shattered, leaving nothing but a complete surrender.
Zhang Hao didn't move at all, only asking, "Surrender?"
"..."
All the elite troops were wiped out.
The rest surrendered as well.
The leader of the Church of Modo went through a series of events within minutes, from initial anger to shock, from shock to resentment, and from resentment to despair.
Such a level seven powerhouse.
The boss behind him must be a genuine level eight, right?
Can I really beat him?
But Graves and John were his brothers, and his brothers were dead... Could he really remain indifferent?
cannot.
So there's only one way now.
Modo looked at Zhang Hao, his dejected eyes turning resolute: "I know you must be very powerful, and I also want to surrender, but for my dead brothers... I cannot surrender, absolutely not!"
"Fight me, and if you win, my meteorite is yours."
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