C1642 Air gap competition

Puff!

On the southern stands, the third elder of the Spirit Mountain Sect spat out a mouthful of blood.

He took a step back weakly, as if he had been struck hard.

A paleo-chieftain quietly refuted.

"Even so, this Feng Wuhuang is way too strong, right?"

"Jin Qing, Bai Lan, which one of them isn't a proud son of heaven in an astonishing era