C200 Deep Tiger Acupoint

A thick smell of blood filled the air in the wilderness, the endless miasma was still filling the air.

Yang Fann's figure stood in the air. The flames on his wings slowly dissipated and Yang Fann's figure fell.

"Seniors, what are you waiting for?" Don't you want these Demonic Essence? " Yang Fann said.

A Demonic Essence