C1825 It's Your Turn

Only now did Lin Feng's figure appear at the center of the destruction. He was completely unscathed, his left hand tightly gripped and twirled, from his hand came the painful sound of hard friction.

Golden divine blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers, and both Nethra and Mica stared fixedly at the palm. Telega's aura was still present, but it was rapidly declining