C1388 Two Selections
The fingers of the dynasty struggled, directly pulling out the stone tiles on the ground, but even Long Chen could not do this!
"Die!" Mo Xiaolang did not stand on ceremony with him. He spat towards the sky, the Nine Nether Devil Ancestor Fire congealed on his mouth, and a cold flame appeared on his mouth. It instantly suppressed all the other flames, and a suffocating chill surrounded the area
