C1208 He Forged a Golden Body with the Demonic Blood!
"You are too long-winded!"
Miron said indifferently.
"Junior, although your strength is not bad, you are already heavily injured. How much strength can you still release? You can't even beat my devil body …"
Before Ancestor Esteban could finish his words.
Miron's figure flashed and appeared in front of him. His crimson-golden palm turned into a fist and punched down