C662 Palm Imprint Huge Pit

Leng Jiang's face, which was hidden behind the mask, revealed a trace of a cold smile.

Injuring Zhan Tianming?

He would never do that, but there was no need to explain all of this to anyone.

"It's almost time. Forget it, let's leave."

Weng...

The void trembled, and Leng Jiang disappeared from where he stood.

"Hmm?"

Zha La was startled.

Not only him