C939 Slaughterer

The wails from the light screen were extremely miserable. Only three people could still stand. Two of them were wailing miserably, while the other one was as dumb as a wooden chicken.

Carrying the Jiu Li vajra rod, Fang Bai walked over slowly as he stared at the Fire God Palace disciple in the light screen with his cold eyes. The latter's body was trembling and was in a daze