C1078 Monarch Mighty

The golden screen of light, was like a bottomless pit, swallowing the sword beam Chu Yan slashed out.

Moreover, not a single sound could be heard.

Chu Yan focused his gaze.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Chu Xing who was slowly climbing up from the ground behind the light screen.

Chu Xing held onto his chest, and continued to cough.

Every time he coughed