C292 Vermillion Bird Imprint

Withdrawing the Immortal Pu and turning it into a black glove, Fang Yi quickly retreated like a rabbit. His fists glowed with a golden light and with astonishing frequency, he kept swinging. The air in front of him was densely packed with fist shadows, like an iron wall.

Divine Fist!

Clang clang clang clang …

Sparks flew in all directions as the sharp gray sword struck the wall of fist