C688 Sky Falling Strike
The Purple Mist Dragon Hawk charged at them. In an instant, the purple mist between the heaven and earth became thicker. Those geniuses who were trapped in the purple mist were even more terrified, afraid that their bodies would rot.
"Low-grade Tianlong's bloodline is interesting. Unfortunately, I, Pann Sen, am not afraid of the Dragon Clan!"
A smile emerged on Ye Qing's face