Chen Yang sat steadily in the middle, but did not move.

All that punch was crushed by the spiritual whirlpool.

To make every effort to mobilize all laws and all the forces of the small Shennong Ding, Chen Yang can't take any advantage of it.

"Why not!" His eyes were wide open and his clothes were full of rage.

"The Great Break of the Sword!" He opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of red vigor. This energy instantaneously turned into billowing red clouds and smoke, red clouds and smoke, firelight scattered, and then fused with milky white dense gas.

In the blink of an eye, all the punches...