C52 one palm block

Wang Xiaoyu was leaning on the back of the taxi, his dejected eyes continued to look around, his face had turned red from using too much demonic energy, and his forehead was covered with a layer of perspiration.

"This damned place doesn't even have a hair on its head!"

Drops of sweat flowed down from his forehead and into his eyelashes, causing his vision to become hazy