King of the Nine Pro

Ye Fusheng's face remained impassive, but his heart skipped a beat. She... how could she have become so weak,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.。