Chapter 1343

Ogerpon's body leaped high, instantly arriving above Pecharunt, who had not yet fallen, and the ready-to-fire second club fell with full strength, directly blasting it into the earth.

The ground shook, Pecharunt's shell was covered with cracks, and curled up in the shell, Pecharunt was dominated by fear.

This club was swung for the vicious act of the villagers turning into withered bones and still being driven by Pecharunt!

Ogerpon landed smoothly, looking at the broken shell of Pecharunt in the giant crater and its eyes full of fear in the cracks; Ogerpon only felt it was funny. It had done so many evil things, but now Pecharunt was starting to be afraid?

Ogerpon raised the thorny vine club with a calm expression, and unprecedented energy and water flow wrapped around it, as if it were announcing Pecharunt's end.

"Pecha..."

Pecharunt wanted to beg for mercy, but Ogerpon didn't give it any chance. The third club fell, and the crisp sound of breaking and buzzing rang out.

Amidst the sky full of water splashes, Pecharunt's aura began to drop from weak until it disappeared.

This club was swung for the pain and suffering of the past thousand years, and at the same time, it was also a requiem for the souls of the villagers to pay tribute to them.

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