C136 Trace of Clove

The terrifying energy ball was easily turned into nothingness by Wan Leehan's raise of his hand.

In the middle of the Hell Refining Platform, Hsing Teng's body was pitch black. His clothes were all gone, his hair was burnt, and blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth. He no longer had the same imposing manner as before.

It was just a slight weak aura