C67 Eye Art and Darkness

On the arena stage, Zhang Hui didn't dare to be careless. The sword floated behind him, the serrated blade in his hand.

He looked at Wan Leng Yong nervously. If they were to fight with real weapons, even if the opponent was much stronger than him, Zhang Hui would still not be afraid.

However, the attack of the Ten Thousand Cold Hands was too strange, causing the opponent's power to be useless