C920 God Race Ancestor

Li Chengfeng's eyes narrowed. Although he didn't know what Zhao Minghui was doing, he was still able to sense the danger and immediately waved his palm.

The greyish green palm wind passed through the three layers of metal bars, emitting a loud sound as it arrived in front of Elder Zhao.

However, he was still a step too late. Elder Zhao had already pierced his finger, and calmly erased his rank