looking at Yuan Ye, who was fighting more and more fiercely in Vietnam, Huang Pao's old man's brow was getting tighter and tighter. For such a long time of fighting, the consumption of fighting spirit was a rather terrible situation. Even the two of them felt the sharp decrease of fighting spirit in their bodies, but Yuan Ye in front of them not only had no sign of weakness, but seemed more and more energetic.

"Yangtian!" Taking a breath, the old man in the yellow robe suddenly drank. Hearing his voice, Yang Tian nodded a little, and his whole body changed violently, with an extremely strong sense of killing and...