C773 If you want money, you don't want your life

The sound of Luo Hao's shout resounded through the air. At the same time, the longsword in Luo Hao's hand surged with lightning rays, as if it was a flame that could not stop rising up into the sky.

Whirlwind condensed into a vortex, suddenly taking shape as it expanded in the wind. From the outside, one could feel the power of thunder and lightning contained within it