C2554 Little Fat Sheep from the Immortal World

When the folding fan in his hand descended, instantly, several streaks of five-colored sword beams were condensed from the surface of the fan. Like ribbons in the sky, they danced with brilliance and appeared gentle and beautiful but were actually filled with sharp rays of light.

He rushed towards the Demon Race.

The sudden appearance of the sacred art caused the Immortal King's face to change