C2413 Refine!

"Not good!"

The black robe was riddled with holes and was in tatters.

Mo Wuqing's face instantly turned pale. He spat out a mouthful of devil blood that was burning with raging flames, and the void was even melted.

"You evildoers!"

"Damn it!"

Mo Wuqing's figure flipped and flew. He used the top movement technique of the Demon Soul Race