C575 The Power of the Withering Sea

Ying Zhen's pale face did not have the slightest hint of blood on it. At that moment, his eyes suddenly shone with a breathtaking blood-red.

He clasped his hands together and the entire space suddenly shook. The mountain like hand that was pressing down suddenly stopped in midair.

At this moment, the eighteen shadows behind Yun Feixue seemed to have sensed something