The black man giggled and fell on the ground with one hand. There was a loud noise, and a fine whip appeared in front of the forest evening. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I don't know who died in whose hands."

The whip rolls up the dust and throws it into the forest evening. Without the cover of the black fog, the whip is more severe. The strong wind surrounds the whole basement and splits all the material.

Lin Xi dared not be careless. He was so cold that he didn't want to fight. Pupil enlargement stares at the whip running around, standing still.

The long-range...