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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1307

His tone was faint and his voice was gentle, but, it carried with it a terrifying pressure that could destroy a city.

The present Jessica and the others felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on their hearts. Not only did their breathing become difficult, but they also felt that their souls seemed to be crushed into a thin piece and floated in the desolate universe without returning.

After saying that, the zombie, who claimed to be the Nation Master, held the boat-like magic weapon and walked toward the crowd step by step.

“You guys come together, or one by one?”

The green light in his eyes was steady and his tone did not change, so he should be asking seriously instead of joking.

Everyone looked at each other. Except for Jessica, almost everyone present was seriously injured.

As for Lucy and Charlotte who were only slightly injured, in the face of such opponents, their strength could almost be skipped.

So at this time, one-on-one fight was a fool’s way of doing it. Sometimes, choosing to fight one-on-one with the opponent was a form of respect for the opponent. But if one’ s opponent was a resurrected zombie, and the zombie’s fundamental purpose was to kill the enemy, anyone who chose to fight one-on-one with the zombie would be crazy.

What’s more, in this current situation, if they fought against the Nation Master one-on-one, the Nation Master would have a great advantage.

“This guy should have the highest status among these zombies,” Jessica looked at Nation Master and whispered to everyone.

Through the communication with Caspian and the experience on the way, everyone had a certain degree of understanding of this black city. They knew that this used to be the tomb of an emperor. So the zombies fighting with them were the army under the emperor’s command.

As for this Nation Master, his identity was naturally even more obvious. It was this person who designed this city and made the strange clay sculptures back then, drawing a formation on the clay sculptures!

They even boldly guessed that it was the Nation Master’s means to turn everyone into an immortal zombie.

“We can’t give him any chance,” Xander said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, runes on the surface of his body began to emit cyan light, as if it was moving. Step by step, the Nation Master got closer and closer to the crowd. The ground beneath his feet rippled like water.

“Do it!” Seeing this, Jessica narrowed her eyes and immediately shouted.

Since the other party was proficient in fantasy arrays, their chances of success would be slim if the other party used his illusion spells first.

Almost in an instant, Xander and Maya rushed out.

At this moment, Xander’s runes were full of azure light, and his hair grew longer quickly, dancing wildly in the wind. All the muscles in his body bulged.

He showed his fangs and roared, “Asura Path! ”

Maya also opened all the oil-paper umbrellas in her hand. The flames were like a cannonball that came out of the chamber, rushing toward the Nation Master. At the same time, she followed Xander closely. She held the handle of the umbrella and pulled the sword out violently.

The moment the Phoenix Sword was unsheathed, the air around seemed to be boiling and roaring, rolling around.

“Ninth Heaven’s Phoenix Dance Technique!”

“The Phoenix Wing’s Starry Night Slash!”

After the two of them, Lady Maisie in the crowd shook the formation map in her hand. Streaks of runes transformed into extremely complicated patterns that appeared in mid-air. In an instant, lightning flashed in the sky. Water mist filled the air, and strange clouds rolled up on the ground.

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