C227 Burning Blood Essence!
"Oh no!"
Nie Haokong, who had gradually adapted to Su Yun's hammering rhythm and was timing his move for a devastating counterstrike, saw the rhythm abruptly shift and his face instantly paled.
He scrambled to raise his shield in defense.
Boom! Dong!
Gone was the previous clanging echo; this time, a thunderous blast resonated throughout the arena
