C817

Xuan Ye went forward and roared, his voice was extremely tyrannical, and he did not have any trace of politeness towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling frowned, his mouth curling up in a cold smile, just as Xuan Ye was laughing arrogantly, Ye Ling suddenly took a step forward, the berserk lightning struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

A punch was thrown horizontally into the sky