C545 Third Level Divine Core(2)

Devour, slaughter, immortality, these three special types of blade intent resonated in the air, wreaking havoc everywhere, instantly crushing the pressure of the Black Tortoise.

Chiang Zhan's body straightened, as if a pillar that could hold up the sky was shaking, the earth was turned upside down, and the world collapsed. He gripped the Phoenix Wing Dragon Teeth Knife tightly with both hands