C170 Second Prince

This time, the twelve Death Soldier didn't respond.

However, their bloodthirsty eyes had already fallen upon Zhan Tianming.

He was like a hungry ghost.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

"Roar, roar, roar..."

The twelve Death Soldier's mouths all let out deep roars like hungry ghosts.

The red and black energy on his body was twisting even more violently, as if every one of them was an octopus