C819 Penetration

"Puchi!"

In midair, Hou Zhen spat out a large mouthful of blood. Cracks even appeared on the green steel longsword in his hand.

At this moment, the twelve of them had basically controlled the frenzied Cyclops. However, none of them felt good. All of them had injuries of varying degrees on their bodies.

Hou Zhen and Liu Xiaoxiao, whose combat strength were slightly weaker