C2188 Wang Qian's Methods

"I believe you will be upset as well …" "Hahaha!"

The demonic god behind Li Qingxuan once again extended a finger.

Suddenly, a black whirlpool appeared at the tip of the Fiendgod's finger, and an endless amount of sharp blades appeared within it.

"Die!" Devil's Descent Storm! "

He looked at Han Feilin and the others with his cold eyes.

"All below the Immortal are ants …"

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