C184 Shan Wang Group 1

Dragon One circled around the door to hell, barely escaping death. He clutched his throat, coughing violently as a look of hatred appeared in his eyes.

However, compared to physical pain, mental torture and defeat were more hurtful.

"Is your hand okay?"

Gao Xiaowen asked Ye Zheng.

"A little injury."

Ye Zheng chuckled, and extended his left hand