C1363 The Whereabouts of Old Man Tianhuo

With the continuous attacks of the Psychic White Crow, the image of the golden-furred white tiger became smaller and smaller.

Feng Xing Yan, who had just broken through, was in the center of the phantom, and his face was already pale. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

"Haha!" With the Old Ancestor acting, Feng Xingyan will be finished. From now on