C473 The Power of the Formation

The eight flying hooks were like eight tiger claws, carrying eight overbearing air chains as they flew towards Soong Tianxuan. They were extremely aggressive. Any one of the hooks was enough to pierce a thousand feet mountain.

"This hook is very strong …." Li Shengjie, who was holding a long sword in his hand, suddenly spoke, as his breathing quickened.

"I can't block it..