C864 Ill Bite Back

As the wine shot toward him like an arrow, Ye Feng stood his ground, unflinching. A swirling vortex of chaos materialized before him, devouring every drop of the liquid assault. With a swift extension of his right hand, a menacing hammer slid from his sleeve and, with a resonant hum, he hurled it toward his adversary.

The Little Flame Devil was no less formidable