King of the Nine Pro

Even Ye Fu Sheng did not show any pity anymore, his breath leaking out. With a simple and decisive punch, he struck out.,The ginger clay was somewhat distorted, concentrating all the demonic energy, and continued to blast.,With another wave of his hand, Ye Fusheng's barrier, which had been shimmering with colorful light, instantly turned pitch black, completely isolating the inside and outside. This place seemed like a world unto itself.。