All the other strong men were dissatisfied.

That is a medium-grade demon weapon, a terrifying thing equivalent to a medium-grade immortal weapon, but it was actually torn apart?

I'm afraid even the five-clawed golden dragon Fangtian is difficult to do, right?

"That's all!"

Chu Yang sneered, threw the Prisoner Net casually, and instantly came to a strong man. He slapped it with a palm, and it was so suppressed that it was difficult to move and was put away.

Hu Yi and others reacted, although they were even more afraid, they still pursued them!

This time, they walked with each other and dared not separate.

"If you have the guts, stop!"

Seeing his subordinates losing one by one, Petrochemical's face looked ugly and shouted.

"Chu Yang without eggs, hey!"

Stone transforms into ridicule.

"court death!"
Chapter completed!