C1701 Cyan Ghost Flame

"What an evil person …"

Lin Feng held the mixed element in his hands as he retreated to a spot near the entrance of the hall and stared at Bu Fang.

By now, Bu Fang had already stood up. The entire floor of the hall was filled with white light, and his skin was pale.

Is this some kind of Battle skills? Or was it a formation?

Lin Feng did not go forward recklessly