C450 ​

With a pitch-black ancient zither in his hand, Dongfang Taikuang's face immediately revealed a sinister expression. As he played the zither with both hands, waves of demonic roars instantly sounded out. Furthermore, a black fog surrounded his body. The soul-stirring sound of the zither made one's scalp tingle!

"Cang!"

A crisp sound was heard. Lau Tianfeng waved his hands