C886 What the Hell Is Going on

At this moment, Lin Fann looked exactly the same as Geng Dong.

As his voice faded.

The black and white Yin Yang Taijitu that was slightly circulating behind Lin Fann's back suddenly dissipated.

The wild horse bristle move just now was only a stroke of luck that Lin Fann had obtained through a stroke of luck between life and death. It was unable to maintain that mysterious state for a long time