C1887 Possession of the Primordial Spirit

"Ye. Ye Meng, how much strength did you use?"

Zhou Tine looked at Ye Meng and asked with a trembling voice.

"I have already suppressed my strength to the lowest. It's because this fellow is too weak, he can't even withstand my finger wind!"

"Isn't it just the impact of tens of thousands of jin? Seriously!"

Ye Meng's childish voice rang out.

Everyone immediately shivered