C1179 Let Go of the Butcher's Knife

The black fog that was dispersed by Ling Xiaozi's invisible palm dispersed in the surrounding 100 meters of the sky and gathered together again in an instant.

His lifeless face was gloomy as usual, but this time, his face was a little paler. His humanoid body was a little unstable. For example, his finger, which was the outermost part of his body