C47 Nine Ghost Thousand Slash

When the five hundred slashes condensed in the air, Zhu Changfeng panicked. Zhao Xin's power was too powerful. At the same time, he raised his head and shouted, "Demonic Protection!" Immediately after that, the surrounding black Qi kept wrapping around him, enveloping him.

"Devil skill protection?"

"So what if it's a devil skill protection?"

"Even if the Demon King descends