C895 End of the Road

"Greetings, Sir. "What tricks!" Even in the face of such terrifying pressure, the Sect Leader of the Zodiac Cult was still clenching his teeth and not showing any signs of fatigue in front of Zhen Yinjian.

"Beng!" Accompanied by the sound of a heavy strike, Zhen Yinjian's accumulated punch was thrown out at a speed faster than lightning. This punch was simple and unadorned