C211 The Dimension Distorted by the Sword Intent

As he mourned for everyone in his heart, he pulled out his self-developed sixth-generation stink bomb and released it amidst the tight encirclement. The yellowish-green smoke billowed out, enveloping everyone in its grasp.

Wu Ziming, who was on the verge of entering the forbidden area, immediately leaped back ten meters at the detection of the odor. The acrid smell forced June, a woman