C340 Feast

"Good heavens! You have quite the guts! You really dare to give it anything!"

Master Feng held the "Demonic Spirit Spell Armor" in one hand and pointed his finger at it. A grey melody flowed from his finger into the armor.

The next moment, as if he was calmly throwing a giant rock, layers of ripples appeared on the dull surface of the armor. Ghost hands rushed out one after another