C738 Retreat Ghost King

Xu Haotian was placed on the ground with his hands in front of him as he looked forward with a cold expression. Bai Qi and Houyi were like two black pagodas, blocking all of the raging winds in front of him.

This kind of violence was like the coming of an apocalypse, even Sima Long who was as angry as himself retreated in fright.

On the other side