Chapter 1270 Voldemort's Palm

The next moment, that gorgeous golden awn will be stuck in the air, is actually a meter long golden spike, sharp to the extreme. Nevertheless, the front end of the spur is now grasped by one hand, and it is no longer possible to move forward despite its vigor and agitation.

The owner of the palm was a young man, slender and handsome, wearing a black robe with a palpitating chill in his eyes. On his right shoulder, he squatted a Nine-coloured bird with bright feathers and jewel-like eyes full of ridicule.

"Tang Huan!"

Xiyi and Wei Xuange shouted in a reflexive voice.

Although they did...