C1970 Wishful Thinking
"You overestimate yourself..." Adept Zifu laughed coldly.
He was just about to use his palm to launch his last strike at Chu Yan.
At this time, Chu Yan grabbed and pushed.
"Immemorial Demon Soul Symbol!"
A beam of golden light exuded an incomparably thick killing intent, disappearing from his palm. In the next instant, it reappeared in the center of the flaming palm