C1067 The Demon Lord

"Evil Crying Shackles!" The armor on Han Xiaotian's body suddenly flashed.

He was indeed unable to deal with so many enemies by himself, but he still had little dog!

Han Xiaotian roared, and the surrounding air was instantly filled with dense wood essence.

One after another, the chains of thorns bound the pitch-black coconuts and smashed them onto the ground.

Countless tentacles danced below