C5138 A Battle Spirit

Thirteen Zi Chen clenched their fists at the same time and smashed down.

Thirteen fists landed on the heads of the Immortal Spirits one after another, producing loud thuds.

Thirteen ripples appeared in the sky one after another, and spread out in the distance.

Thirteen immortal spirits fell into the stone mill one after another.

Weng!

The stone mill rotated