C3645 Unseal

"Retreat! Retreat! Enter the Great Dao Palace!"

The ancient martial arts fists were thrown out and they kept roaring, covering the retreat of the ancient martial artists.

In the back.

Zhu Yu held a sword in his hand, and his eyes were cold. "Everyone, follow me!"

When Ancient Martial Arts saw this, a flash of coldness appeared in his eyes.

Pursue?

Of course they had to chase