C1074 Powerful Gunners

Mike, who was controlling the phlegm, could not keep up with its speed at all. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of it, waving the scarlet greatsword that was connected to its arm.

Whoosh!

Ah!" Because he was carrying a jar of phlegm on his back, Mike didn't even have the time to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the greatsword appeared in front of him. In an instant