C369 The King of Medicine Surviving in the Slit

Weng Xinyun stared at the descending figure of Han Shizhou with icy eyes.

No matter how strong the red silk was, it was still a thread. The spirit energy in the red silk instantly dispersed, and the red silk was like a messy ball of thread that completely separated from the top of his head.

As he landed on the back of the phoenix's feathers