C272 The Slave of Power!

Xiaoming's grip on the axe handle caused his hand to redden at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhen Yan, still reeling from his shock, watched as the enigmatic system creation was effortlessly kneaded into a lump by the grim reaper-like figure before him. The celestial armor Zhen Yan had acquired was rendered into tatters, resembling a beggar's garb