C586 Use It
Xu Zhitian's full-strength punch was like an itch to the God of Fate. It didn't hurt or itch.
When the eight zombies were killed by Meng Lu and Zhang Heng, the wheel appeared again. The God of Fate hovered in the sky, preparing to make another decision.
"Meng Lu, Zhang Heng, are you alright?"
Xu Zhitian retreated to their side. Facing the God of Destiny, he shook his head lightly