C415 Trump Cards and Negotiations

The battle had almost come to an end, and the Faangcun Mount disciples were at an absolute disadvantage. The red tassels on the long spears of Yulin Guard were about to touch the chests of the people at the very front of them, and the sharp spears shone with a cold light.

"Hua!" The droplets of rain in the sky seemed to have been poured down an endless river from the heavens