C194 Mage Help

Yang Xiangyang coughed a few times, crawled up from the ground, and slowly moved towards us.

The three of us are all from the Dao Gate of China, so even if we die, we should die together.

The Gargamel looked at Yang Xiangyang who was swaying unsteadily, and squinted its eyes. With a step forward, it kicked up the locust sword that fell to the ground, and with a swoosh of its wooden sword