C1900 Divine Sword

1900.

"This fellow's strength is truly terrifying!"

Looking at the incomparably arrogant Demonic Turbid King, Qin Feng's face couldn't help but show a trace of anxiety.

He could clearly feel that the flowing light on Di Tian's body was getting dimmer and dimmer, as if it was about to extinguish.

If Di Tian had a real body, then he would definitely not be in such a state