C52 Dark Mountain

"Chu family, Sixth Mountain?"

Chen Yi looked at Yan Zhi. It shouldn't be hard to find out if what he said was true or not.

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something else.

Chen Yi did not use his full strength with those two palms. With his current three-inch spiritual altar, if he used his full strength, a mere Grandmaster would not be able to survive