C1391 The Soul Imprint Broke Through

"Go to hell …" Nie Zhenyi raised his right foot and stomped down fiercely.

This stomp was aimed straight at Ming Jiutian's head. If he really stomped on Ming Jiutian's head, Ming Jiutian's head would definitely shatter like a watermelon.

At this moment, Ming Jiutian, who had already lost all his breath, suddenly opened his eyes and hugged Nie Zhenyi's foot that was stomped down