C42 Black Cliff Tribe

Ye Mingyang dashed forward. A flame condensed on his palm and shot out. A huge flame rose high into the sky, and a long spear was thrust out as well.

* Jie Jie * The Devil Beast kept letting out roars. Ye Mingyang felt a pain on his wrist. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. "What?! This, how is this possible?!"

The weapon that was condensed had actually shattered