C4648 Get Rid of Your Opponent

The blood flowed down, staining his clothes red.

He let out a mournful wail, as shrill as a wild beast. Anyone who heard it would feel their hair stand on end.

Chen Shaofeng looked at his wound and nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Die!"

He let out a cold snort. He raised his palm and condensed five balls of golden flames, which turned into five golden lightning bolts