C791 Lin Yin Is a Man of Wild Ambition

"Blood Cloth Divine Art!"

Pei Wushuang formed a claw with his fingers and struck the claw in the air.

"Rip!"

The entire space seemed to be torn apart by the claw. Countless strong winds were created in the void, and one could even see white marks.

"Not good, dodge!"

Pei Wushuang's claw was more than twice as fast as the previous attack. It was almost breaking through the sound barrier