C1065 It's a Pity That You Are All Half-saints.

"Puchi …"

It was as if he had squeezed an ant to death, refining the Golden Roc Saint Son into dregs.

Yang Fann turned his gaze to the five people of the Son of Qingxuan. His gaze was filled with ridicule, "Who is next?"

At that moment, Son Of Qingxuan and the other four's hearts were in their throats. Their hearts were beating rapidly, as if they were about to jump out of their chests