C275 I will Not Give up Until I Die

When the numerous rod shadows attacked, Zheng Feiyue called back his Flying Sword and raised his arms.

The sound of a tsunami could be heard.

A tsunami of illusions rose up from the ground and headed straight for the shadow of the rod.

Boom boom boom!

It was as if thousands of Sun Wukong were stirring up the East China Sea; raging waves were raging everywhere.

Qin Mo