C237 The haze of his past life

"Wow …"

The cry for help was cut in half and then disappeared. It was probably swallowed.

Han Zi Mo used his Mysticum Sanguinarum Thunb to descend, and following the previous pattern of attacks, the yellow sacred fire shot down like a cannonball, illuminating the surroundings.

The fearful and ferocious expressions of those people were gone.

"Wow, your team's attacks are so powerful