One Piece's Life

In the chaotic battlefield, two dark-skinned witches were in danger. In front of the two people was a big man about 3 meters tall, with a note with the word "sealing" taped on his face. This big man had an unusually strong body, and he made them feel even more stressed because he had not moved for a long time.

No matter what moves the witch used, he just stood there motionless. At this time, the big man who had not finished the warm-up exercise noticed that their breathing was disordered. With the seal tightly attached to his face, he said in a low voice: "You two, is this the only level of your strength? I'm sorry, I have no sympathy for you." Interested, if you don’t get out of the way, don’t blame me.”

The determined woman shook her head and responded: "We have been fighting for so long, and you are not injured at all. You are worthy of being a monster among monsters. Sorry, we will not let you pass smoothly, and we will never let you hurt Christine." Even if you die, we still have to stop your sister. Are you ready for that move?"

The other woman put away her fatigue and responded confidently: "Don't worry, I'm ready. Hey, big guy, if you have the strength, then hurry up and don't wait any longer." She looked at the two women in front of her. Taking a parrying posture, the big man sighed softly: "Forget it, since you want to die so much, I will make it happen for you."

Suddenly, the ground under the big man's feet emitted a dazzling purple light, and he felt an unprecedented fear as his body tensed up.

On the other side of the battlefield, two believers whose black robes were severely damaged were in a desperate situation. The enemy they faced was a fierce man holding a spear. Since the fierce man's attacks were very aggressive, they could only defend passively. The two cultists, who had already shown their fatigue, had several injuries on their bodies. They clenched their fists and were waiting for the best opportunity to counterattack.

At first, the fierce man didn't pay attention to them, but as time went by, he became more and more frustrated with the mission: "Stupid guy, my target is not you. If you dare to stop me again, I won't stop you." I mind killing you first."

The two embarrassed believers had no choice but to retreat far away. They were about to fall down at any time and shouted at the same time: "If you refuse us, you will never bow your head like a monster like you. With us here, you can't even think of hurting Lord Luther."

The fierce man withdrew his spear and licked the blood from the spearhead. He became even more gloomy when he saw a faint golden light emitting from the front of the opponent's neck. If it weren't for the cross necklaces in front of their necks, the fierce man would have killed them long ago: "It's so boring. Do you really think those gods can really protect you? In the face of absolute strength, gods have to kneel down."

However, just when the two believers thought they were about to die, the menacing and fierce man stopped, and a pattern of purple light bound them tightly.

As for Warren, he was beaten out of temper by Jenny when he was at the west city gate. He was helpless and had no choice but to bite the bullet. Listening to the heavy breathing of the two of them, Jenny stood calmly: That kid's moves were very weird, but they didn't hurt at all. As for the witch, she is so weak.

It's really strange, how could the witch let such a little girl come here to die? Now after so many years, are they all gone? In the witch's heyday, there were at least hundreds of great witches, and she is still far from a great witch.

"Is this the only level of your strength? Oh, why are you doing this? If you do this again, don't blame me for being harsh." Warren, who had withdrawn his domineering attitude, responded seriously: "Even if we can't defeat you, we still have to try. try"

Christine, who had a nosebleed, responded calmly: "Warren, you are right. No matter what, we haven't lost yet. Don't underestimate us, otherwise you will die ugly."

The thick fog around them had long since dissipated, and Christine and Warren, who were about to fall at any time, were supporting each other. Seeing that both of them looked very bad, Jenny, who was shaking her hair, said softly: "Why show off? In fact, I admire you very much, but time is running out now. I'm sorry, I hope you don't blame me."

However, just when Jenny was about to raise her hands, she stopped. The dark purple pattern under her feet made it difficult for her to move. Faced with the threat of death, she began to struggle.

Gray, who was stagnant in the air, closed his hands, and with a ferocious face, he shouted in a deep voice: "Griire, the devil's law, activate." After the giant magic circle descended over Slona Castle, the pattern in the center of the magic circle let out a roar, and then Purple curtains descended.

It's about half past one in the morning, and Sloanburg is