C420 Octane Blast Fist

Octane Collapsing Fist.

The black-dressed lady's words were cold as her beautiful eyes swept over Cloud Monarch's body. Her gaze was instinctively filled with disgust.

She raised her wrist and as she lifted her black gauze sleeves, her white jade-like nails were smeared with purple nail polish. It was very demonic.

"Let's start with you, this woman. The baby will start to eat more