C1002 Spirit of the mist

With a flick of his wrist, Fa Lan commanded dozens of golden rays of light to fiercely strike at the three girls. With this attack, it was enough to turn the three Middle Nascent Infant Period Cultivator s into dust.

But right at that moment, a voice suddenly sounded out from beside Fa Lan's ears, "Hurry and retreat!"

This voice was a little familiar, and Fa Lan instantly understood