C535 Nether Soul Grass

Following that, Qin Yun appeared not far away. The blade of the Dragoncry Sword in his hand shimmered with a layer of dark green light.

"I can't accept this! I can't accept being defeated!" The enormous figure called out, but as the golden wound in front of his chest grew larger, his aura began to dissipate faster and faster.

The green figure slowly faded. "Bang!" After a loud sound