C57 Mysterious Descending Flag

Tian Zhen Yang was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, seeing the specks of fire rushing in, he did not hesitate to throw his palm forward, the green light circulating on his palm blocked the blood-red light, and the smell of burning wood instantly appeared.

"Ten Thousand Crows Pot!" Tian Chenyang cried out in alarm.

As Tian Chenyang was speaking