C160 Zhou Xinghe's Sinisterness
"Jianxing, how are you holding up?"
At this moment, Zhong Jianxing had lost all traces of his former grace. Wincing in agony, his nostrils emitted a dark vapor, and his face was marred with cracks resembling shattered porcelain, presenting a ghastly sight. Even the most formidable fighters of the sky could not withstand such a deadly toxin