C1214 The little peacock who lose the gamble

With the Frost Mourn's strength, even a three to four hundred meter long steel battleship could be split into two, let alone a stone mountain.

Before Peacock King Erming even finished his sentence, Chen Fei's sword had already been swung out.

With Bai Jingjing in the lead, the Artifact Spirit formed by tens of thousands of souls turned into a silver light curtain. From top to bottom