C1508 The Power of Liquid

Elder Chikong's body began to sway rapidly, without any inconvenience from obesity.

He was like a huge meatball rampaging through the arena.

The staff in his hand was waving in the wind. As long as it hit the sword, it would make Persie retreat continuously.

He threw the talisman on the ground.

Like a smoke bomb, the surface of the metal spewed out purple smoke