Chapter: 1940

Grrrrrrr, grrrr.

The rough breathing of the berserk Bears could be heard as they held onto Witira�s whips for dear life.

However, someone suddenly appeared between them.

To be specific, the person fell onto the Bears� heads.

The Bears immediately let go of the whips and stepped back.

Boooooooom!

The ground broke as if it was a window from Archie�s fist.

At the same time, Paseton�s sword used that opening to attack the Bears.

�2 minutes!�

The pupils of the Flame Dwarf that was shouting the time remaining were shaking.

Witira was running toward him in a straight line.

Bang, bang!

When he looked up, the black-haired sword master who used black aura was freely flying in the air with the help of the crows as he killed Bear after Bear.

Riiiiiip- Riiiiiip!

The wings were ripped.

�Kahahahaha!�

The Tigers were laughing even though they showed signs of being scratched by the Bears claws.

The Tigers did not care that their white dojo uniforms were being stained with blood as they rushed toward the Bears. They made sure to grab onto a Bear and rip their wings off to make them fall into the gorge.

The Flame Dwarf bit down on his lips.

They truly were strong. There were too many strong individuals on the enemy side.

However, all of this only worked for short battles.

Longer battles would always be won by the side with overwhelming numbers.

In that case, they just needed to make as long a battle as possible.

They needed to destroy the Gorge of Death. JrNovels.com