Watching the raging approach of Zhang He.
Under the Cat Face mask, Li Qingshan's pupils were indifferent as his five fingers clenched and he threw out three chess pieces.
As if planting beans to summon soldiers.
Three twisted black shadows instantly darted out.
With a fierce stomp, Zhang He's vast Qi-Blood erupted, like an angry whale roaring and viciously slapping its tail forward!
Boom——!!!
The ground exploded in an instant, fine cracks interweaved everywhere, and pebbles shattered and shot out!
Zhang He's Divine Gang was nearly crushed, a fierce wound appeared on his neck, and his body fiercely retreated to the ground before crazily shooting outside.
"Three Master of Divine Gang Great Grandmasters!"
No!
It's four!
Including that Underworld Cat Face!
"The Underworld dictates your death in the witching hour, who dares let you see the dawn..."
A faint voice drifted out from underneath the Cat Face mask.
