C684 Early immortal king

The air trembled, a biting cold wind cut through the air, striking towards the back of Ye Yang's head, its speed was extremely fast and incomparable.

Ye Yang coldly snorted. With the Soul Devouring Dragon Spear in hand, he turned his head and walked to the back.

"Boom!"

Bang! With a loud noise, the ground was crushed, Ye Yang felt his hands going numb