C257 Spiritual Wood Magic Prison

Tang Xiaohu's Sword Qi moved unhindered, and no one was able to block it.

The hundred or so cultivators of the Guo Family were currently less than twenty, and the remaining people were all elites among elites.

The more they fought, the more afraid they were. In their eyes, Tang Xiaohu was simply a god of death.

Suddenly, Guo Hai grabbed the air, and a green seed appeared between his fingers