C17 Holy beast

In Chen Wu's hand, he gripped a peak-tier human-step sword tightly. His longsword was golden in color. But in his heart, he was nervous. He was about to face a Saint Beast. If it wasn't for the sake of saving Thundercloud Hawk, he definitely wouldn't be so impulsive.

He took a deep breath and glanced at Wong Feina, knowing that there was no room for retreat