C576 Coldblood Rakshasa

Cold-Blooded Rakshasa.

The Ghost Claw's cold killing intent shot out like a bolt of lightning, shocking everyone who saw it.

"I was waiting for you!"

Just as everyone was worried about Ji Luofeng's safety, a confident roar sounded from the corner of his mouth. The feather fan in his hand spun rapidly on his fingertip like a wheel of fire. The surging Yuan Qi on his body suddenly soared