C120 Chess Man
Xu Xian focused his mind. This old thing's soul attack was too powerful. Even with the protection of the tiny black figure, it still made his head feel dizzy.
"You still dare to attack me at this time? Old witch, it seems like you still have some tricks up your sleeve." Xu Xian looked coldly at the red-haired old woman who was being tortured by the black mist.
This old witch was too scheming
