C1181 Battle Explosion

"Tsk tsk …" Just at this moment, a string of gloomy and cold laughter abruptly sounded from afar.

Tu Xun's face changed slightly, and immediately shouted in a stern voice: "Eight generals, prepare to attack, the rest of you, set up a God Slaying Formation."

Feng Ning and the other two held spirit instrument s in their hands which were flashing with different colors of lightning