C1011 One Move to Kill

Just as the palm strike was about to hit Zhang Fann's chest, the black palm strike instantly penetrated Zhang Fann's body, and his figure gradually faded away.

An afterimage?

Seeing this, the black-robed old man couldn't help but frown. However, he seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils immediately contracted. A bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

Right at this moment