C244 Who Do You Think will Die?

Ye Yun's gloomy eyes stared coldly at Sen Wuxiang from within the Silver Devil Mask, filled with killing intent.

The four Buddha Dao Weapons in his hand suddenly expanded, and each of them grew to a size of fifteen meters. It was as if they were surrounded by stars, and were circulating with spiritual light.

Sen Wuxiang looked at Ye Yun's Buddha Dao Weapons with disdain.

Humph! Humph! Ye Yun