The cracks in the ground puffed flames.
Eight clouds at the foot of the force, dragging several huge black cocoons into the rain curtain, from the explosion and fire shrouded area.
Behind him, the shadow of Qi Mu Shuo Mao wielded his sword quickly, as if the Milky Way had fallen for nine days, turning into a huge silver plate.
Eight Clouds untied the black cocoon and released several people. Yu Zhibo turned his head and watched the silver plate collide with the sea of fire. The two counterbalanced each other and disappeared, full of destruction.
Terrorist explosions came continuously, but they couldn't shake the silver field. Qi Mu Shuomao wielded his knife to the place. The silver light was the wall of his city, and the flame explosion was too hot