C1940 Celestial yin inflammation

The dragon maggot middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and sent a sound transmission to the others. Immediately, the seven surrounded the three of them, and went into battle mode.

"Hehe, that's great. I, Young Master, really want to have a good fight with all of you poisonous bastards."

The Taotie sneered, at the same time, claws as sharp as knives grew out from his hands