C642 Give Me a Share
When the dust settled, Loong Aotian and Lo Yu were more than ten meters apart. Standing opposite of each other, the silver spear in Loong Aotian's hand was still letting out a sonorous dragon's roar. The blue butterflies around Lo Yu danced and circled around him, but neither of them seemed to be injured. However, no one attacked again.
"Draw!"
Upon seeing this scene