C1287 The Art of the Soul

1287 The Art of the Soul

"Zi Zi Zi Zi. . . "

When the fog came into contact with the barrier of the Essence, it immediately produced a tearing sound.

Even within the barrier, one could clearly see the traces of decay. Obviously, Yun Tianteng was able to resist the green poisonous mist at this moment. * Hong Long. . . . . . *

Hate Feather Emperor kept roaring furiously