C982 Massacre
"Whiz!"
Nan Qi's fist descended, bringing with it an incomparably monstrous baleful wind, as though the baleful wind was about to engulf Zhang Han.
"Boom!"
Zhang Han waved his right fist in the air, and the distance between them increased to only five meters.
A loud sound rang out.
Energy ripples swept out in all directions, blowing the surrounding trees into pieces. Rocks flew everywhere
