C452 Attack the Fifth Level of the Extreme Cold Hell

The fierce fighting spirit was pushed to the limit by the berserk enchantment of the orcs.

Qinyu did not stop at all when he saw these prisoners who could fight ten enemies at once. His huge white bone hand suddenly clenched the simple katana. His cold voice echoed once again.

"Let's go and flatten the Impel Down!"

Kill!

They shouted in unison