C784 Desperate Ice Glass Spirit

"Cut the crap, Zhen Yinjian. It's not clear who will win yet, so don't be too proud!" Even in such a critical situation, Bing Lishen was still stubborn.

Seeing this, Zhen Yinjian shook his head, his body flashed past like a shadow, and his right hand turned blood-red once again. A terrifying bloody palm descended from the sky, as if it wanted to crush both Goddess of Thorn and Bing Lishen