C3380 Fled away

The dying fake Maitreya lay on the ground, breathing hard, breathing hard, his face as white as a sheet of paper.

He struggled to get up, but he couldn't. He tried a few times and then lay on the floor, motionless.

"Hahaha, what the f * ck is this three tribulations! Pah!

This Stone Ancestor only used ninety percent of my strength to beat you down