C1932 He Made a Bet

"What is it? Old An still has a trump card?" Xun Zhonghou raised his eyebrows and looked at Huan Yang.

The gray threads attached to Huan Yang's body condensed and turned into a gray armor that tightly wrapped Huan Yang.

In an instant, Huan Yang became much more powerful and his aura was even stronger than before.

"Haha!" Huan Yang suddenly laughed wildly, "Xun Zhonghou