C1792 Killing the metal-eating beast

"An insignificant skill."

Qin Feng laughed coldly, rolled up his sleeves and casually waved them. Amidst the gurgling sounds, countless crimson red rivers surged forward, dissipating the turbulent wave of metal-eater.

This was also one of the annoying aspects about metal-eater.

It was a weapon that Qin Feng rarely used, but when facing the metal-eater