C97 Metaphagous Wasp

A small flag also appeared in Zhang Ying's hand. He waved it in the wind, and it turned into a purple-green flag. As it fluttered in the wind, the wind and thunder surged.

"Seems like those who can be chosen to represent their sects and participate in the Rushing Tower have some skills. They can't be underestimated!"

Li Yi secretly observed and could not help but nod in his heart