C196 Like a General

"Kneel!"

Wey Xiaowei had a hideous expression on his face. A touch of cold light suddenly appeared on the tip of the red stick. With a slash, it instantly cut through the leather armor on Ann Mufeng's shoulder.

Ann Mufeng made up his mind. There was also a hint of panic in his eyes. He took the risk and smashed his staff onto the other party's shield