C1067 Surprise Surprise No Surprise?

"Sou!"

"Raksha Netherworld Palm!"

Yan Luo let out a furious roar. His right palm carried a thick Black Fog as a large pitch-black palm descended from the sky.

"Wuwuwu..."

The wind howled and whimpered. The Black Fog seemed to want to devour everything. The surrounding space faintly showed signs of distorting. Everything was going to be crushed into powder