C881 Divine Infant of Apocalypse Three Fists of Power

It was only a few breaths of time for Hierophant and the experts of the Hierophant and the Holy Sect. Chu Haoyun was maintaining the Wraithlord's heart meridian while thinking of a countermeasure.

"Quickly... Go, tangle with... You are no match for me!" The Wraithlord lowered her head weakly in his arms and whispered.

"I..." Chu Haoyun was about to ask the Wraithlord to explain the situation