C848 Dead?

"Bam!"

The devil's fist imprinted itself onto Ya Lan's lower abdomen.

With a dull thud, a black shadow flew out more than 10 meters away before tumbling to the ground.

"Die!"

Seeing Ya Lan sent flying, Jerry roared. His nimble body flipped over the demon's head and his fist, wrapped in a cyan glow, landed a punch on the great sword that was stuck on the devil's neck