C561 Counterattack(2)

Under the suppression of this Dao intent, Hei Jiu's body trembled. He wanted to resist it, but he couldn't do it. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. In just a few breaths' time, his feet had become muddy.

Wan Lih did not feel good either, although he was not as unbearable as Hei Jiu. However, the anticipation that he had felt earlier had disappeared