C687 The Enemy Is Here

"Damn it!"

A curse sounded out. Witch Eye Evil Man, who was riding on the Griffin, couldn't help but curse.

The scattered Heavenly Punishment Army looked down from above like a group of fleeing ants, making it impossible for people to lock onto the exact route.

"Who should I chase?"

This was probably Witch Eye Evil Man's most appropriate mental monologue. Just as he was getting anxious