C567 Hanging Wind Cliff

Kaboom! Kaboom!

Kaboom! Kaboom...

The Thunder Mark Silver Flood Dragon seemed to have gone mad as it continuously summoned bolts of lightning from the sky, bombarding Zhan Tianming.

On its forehead, there was a fist-sized bloody hole. Blood flowed out bit by bit.

Zhan Tianming's last punch had the strength of two hundred dragons. He used the Wildball Fist once again