C1067 Surprise Surprise No Surprise?

"Sou!"

"Raksha Netherworld Palm!"

Yan Luo let out a furious roar as his right palm carried a thick Black Fog. A large pitch-black palm descended from the sky.

"Wuwuwu..."

The wind was howling. The Black Fog seemed to want to devour everything. The surrounding space showed signs of twisting. Everything was going to be crushed into powder.

"What a joke!"

Lee Wenyan was unfazed by the pressure