C2989 The Holy Sword of the King

"Crack crack crack..."

Demon Saint Ji Meng casually stretched his muscles and bones. Unexpectedly, he burst out with a crackling sound of thunder, and his expression was filled with impatience. He said coldly, "You little brats, are you trying to tickle me?"

The attacks of the Tai Chu Thunderhawk and the Golden Winged Roc became more and more fierce