C527 Wrath of the Nether Spirit

Motian sneered when he saw this, "You're just putting on an act! Today, I will smash you into meat paste with these two giant thorns in my hands!"

The surging power that the Ethereal Messenger emitted was like a raging sea, and it was rapidly rising with a monstrous momentum. A whirlwind rose within a radius of ten meters!

Of course, Motian would not just wait leisurely like this