C35 Counterattack

Zhan Tian's expression was gloomy. The next moment, the aura around him became much stronger. Zhan Tian took out his ax.

"Go to hell. " Black Clothed Man sneered. The seal in his hand changed slightly. A palm print was struck out, freezing the surrounding air. A fierce cold and Soil Qi instantly pressed down on Zhan Tian.

"Swoosh. . . " Right at this moment, in the thick white fog