C1999 Casual

On the martial cultivation platform.

Lin Fei waved his palm.

Immediately.

A ray of spiritual energy shot out from his palm.

In the blink of an eye.

Pan Yi's other arm was also broken.

"Ah …" Pan Yi let out a heart-wrenching cry.

He was in too much pain.

His face was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at Lin Fei, it was as if he was looking at a Yama from hell