C272 Heavy Motorcycle

Chen Feng's slash on the rock wall had cut at least a dozen meters.

About a hundred corpses that had yet to awaken had been killed by Chen Feng in the ice, and they had been cut into pieces.

Chen Feng's black hair was messed up by the wind. With a flip of his body, he landed smoothly on the back of the horse that was running under the cliff. He continued to run towards the front of the canyon