C1825 It's Your Turn

Only at this moment did Lin Feng's figure appear at the center of the destruction. He was unharmed, his left hand clenched and twirled. The sound of hard friction came from his hand.

Golden divine blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers, and both Nethra and Mica stared fixedly at the palm. Telega's aura was still present, but it was rapidly declining