C162 Blood Flame Overwhelming Art

Zhan Tianming gritted his teeth and waved the Froze Tyrant Blade in his hand even more crazily.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes...

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Swish, swish, swish...

Finally, the domineering aura of the ninety-ninth level of Lingshuang had been fully accumulated.

Zhan Tianming aimed at an Undead Organism and rushed over with great speed