C32 Blade of Spirit

"Deng deng deng!"

Zhuo Cong's expression changed as he received the three strikes from Yu Yanglin. The Qi and blood in his body were boiling, but his feet did not stick to the ground as he was forced to retreat several steps in the air.

"Bang ~!" Only after the air beneath his feet exploded did he come to a stop.

Zhuo Cong's eyes flashed