C155 Retreat to All Sides

On the mountain peak, Jiao Jiu's expression was anxious. From time to time, he would look at the center of the battlefield. A white light was brewing in his hand. It was made up of seven scales. It was very bright, like a silver crescent moon.

Xilai Pangpang frowned. He looked at Wang Wenzhong and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Wang