C797 Thaumaturgy

It was then that he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Zhao Feng flew backward uncontrollably.

The black-robed man sneered. "Kid, since you like to play, let's play. I want to see how long you can last."

To be honest, the black-robed man was furious. He was a mighty late Golden Core cultivator. He had actually suffered a loss at the hands of an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator