C1377 Thunderstorm

Seeing the dense number of vines and dozens of sinister man-eating flower s that covered the sky and shot towards him, Long Bufan's gaze turned cold. He suddenly mobilized the Purple Thunder Needle in his body and poured the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword into his hands.

"Chi chi chi!"

In an instant, purple arcs of lightning of varying thickness coiled around the pitch-black sword