C343 Transfer

"Crack, crack, crack …"

The lightning in the distance weakened, then disappeared.

Bai Yuze was floating in the air. His body was charred black. If one looked closely, there seemed to be rays of light emitting from the charred body.

"Crack …"

"Damned little bastard. If it wasn't for the fact that this young master has a high-grade fourth-ranked defensive magic tool