C97 Berserk Leaf Wind

The war god punched again, then took half a step forward and continued swinging.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Mo Jialuo could not control his body and retreated two steps. His arm was trembling.

"Roar!" The more frustrated Mo Jialuo was, the fiercer he became. All the strength in his body was moving in a crazy rhythm, concentrating in his arms and transmitting to his fists.

One hit!

A desperate punch