C1678
"Can't believe it?"
The corner of Zhang Han's mouth held a trace of mockery.
His figure gradually solidified.
"How dare you!"
Immortal Fiendgod's heart was filled with rage, and his eyes were filled with an awe-inspiring killing intent.
He slapped forward with his right hand, and a white circle the size of a palm appeared.
During the flight, the circle released a destructive aura
