C1858 Guarding Talisman

Ning Caichen's face was filled with bitterness. Facing an immortal general was equivalent to being instantly killed, but facing a perfect Immortal, he could kill the opponent in an instant.

Ning Caichen waved his hand and shot out a small fireball towards the fire dragon that was shot by the Immortal's Great Perfection enemy.

"Humph!" The handsome young man in Platinum Armor clothes