C3083 Lance of Destiny

A ninth ancient weapon!

Meng Fan kicked him through the chest.

Sweat poured off his body like raindrops.

The three thousand ancient soldiers continued to attack in a tiring manner.

In the distance.

Jiao Ling, who turned his compound eyes, looked at everything in silence.

Meng Fan pulled his foot out from the chest of the ancient weapon and looked at Jiao Ling