C1357 Destruction of the Group of Immortals

The red satin kept fluttering in the sky. Seeing Yang Xuan casually knocking away a powerful spell, he shrank his eyes and waved the flag.

Twenty-eight constellations, twelve stars, nine stars, the Big Dipper Lord, the Six-Ding-Gang, and all the others were on the battlefield.

Yang Xuan slightly raised his head and looked at the Divine General with a cold gaze