C55 One Kind of Person

At this time, Leng Wuhen took out Spiritual Nightmare s from his Crystal Space, and quickly slashed at the five people behind him.

"Die!"

Leng Wuhen roared. Five beams of blade light shot out. The five people behind did not dodge at all. Instead, they used their fists to meet the incoming attack. Violent winds raged.

"Rumble!" The five saber lights made contact with his fists