C209 Color Separation Falling Net

Just as Chen Yang finished reminding him, Duan Yansheng's figure had already turned, quickly dodging the white powder filling the sky.

His feet did not stop moving, his palms turned into the wind, and he ferociously charged towards Cai Li's face with the force of a mountain breaking.

This palm strike was full of vigor, as if it would turn Cai Li into a bloody mist! In the end