C446 Sword-out Style

On Zhang Haorann's body, the Yin Yang Primordial Fire enveloped him. From afar, he looked like a human-shaped fireball.

"Swoosh!"

Stepping on the flying sword, he rushed straight towards the Stone Man.

Wei Sanlin stared at the flames on Zhang Haorann's body and frowned.

"What kind of fire is this?" Its power is far above the fifteen different types of precious flames