Qian Hao's god stupidly said, opening his mouth without thinking was his instinct. At this moment, he even forgot to hate Lin Chen. He only felt that Lin Chen's fist was powerful, even ink couldn't describe it.
Lin Chen's robe tore open a space rift, reaching into the other end of the space to grab the Sand Wind Demon King, causing everyone to gasp.
All I can see is the origin of the Sand Wind Demon. Now there are many wounds, bones visible through scars. Blood keeps dripping, breathing heavily, breath weakening.
A young lady dressed in court attire tapped her beautiful bosom and said, "The Sand Wind Devil is dying."
A middle-aged man panting said, "Just one fist, able to kill an immortal monster of the ancient gods on its last breath. The dust in the forest is so intense and terrifying."
