C2592 Miserable Victory

Nie Xiaodie chanted a spell.

Weng! * A loud sound was heard.

A golden barrier appeared in front of her, directly blocking the blood-red palm imprint.

However, as more and more bloody handprints appeared, the light cover was like a balloon that had been pressed down, seemingly ready to burst at any time.

"Humph!" You trash want to attack me? How laughable! "

As Zhao Hualong spoke to here