C1002 He Slapped the Holy Son of Heavenly Wu's Face!

Spiritual Martial Temple, Central Arena.

This time, it was not like the battle between Yang Fann and the First Young Master, Hao Qian, where the starry sky was filled with stars and the river of stars was resplendent.

Instead, it had turned into a desolate world, with no end in sight.

It exuded an ancient and primitive aura.

There was also a sense of danger that made one's hair stand on end