C1008 Wasteland slaughterer

"Fang Gang, I curse you...!" Zhang Leng bellowed in rage.

"So noisy!"

The female prime minister's eyes turned cold. With a wave of her hand, an energy handprint shot out.

Pow!

The slap on his face made Zhang Leng scream in pain, he was flung tens of metres away and smashed fiercely onto the ground. Dust flew everywhere, and no curses came out of his mouth.

"Clan Master, you heal first