C325 Compress the Soul
Compress the soul.
Crack. . .
The Hidden Star Sword in Faang Chen's hand swiftly pierced into Yuan Xin's chest. Immediately, Yuan Xin spurted out a large amount of blood.
Yuan Xin let out a miserable cry. This was a deadly strike. Right now, he couldn't even breathe properly.
"I refuse to accept this!"
Yuan Xin roared furiously. However