C577 World Creation Points Increased by 10000 per Second

"Holy Flame!"

Kyle snorted lightly and shot out a Holy Flame. In an instant, all the black gas disappeared...

After all, the flower rack was just a flower rack!

"Kill!"

Faang Fann waved his hand, and a cold expression appeared on his face!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The rhythm of the attack became faster and faster. This evil god was destined to be hung and beaten...

Very quickly