C85 Sobbing Blood Demon Blade

Three lightning bolts formed a horn shape, locking Yan Yun on both sides. If he retreated, he would be struck by the electric arcs as expected. After all, no matter how fast he was, he was not able to compare to the lightning.

In his haste, Yan Yun's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, his body falling backwards, forming a horizontal line, the electric arcs grazed past his nose