C85 King-dao

Zhang Ziye turned pale with fright. The strong wind swept over to him. Luckily, he had the silver shield to block it, otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces by the wind.

Even so, Zhang Ziye's arm still felt numb. The aftereffects of the squall hitting the silver shield was much stronger than he had imagined. He could once again feel how terrifying that beauty was