C330 Cistern

Without even thinking about it, a deep crater had appeared on the ground under Pingchuan's palm. The demonic energy on Qiu Hong was thin, and he was half-kneeling in the crater, gasping for breath. There was even a pool of black blood on the ground.

His eyes were slightly open and he did not know how his injuries were. On the other hand, the little monk Wu Xin, who had been extremely afraid