Isabel was held up by the black man, but she couldn't stop her staring at Xiao Yang fiercely. "When is it, stinky Xiao Yang? You're kidding me."

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "I just want to tell you that with me, don't be afraid, he can't walk."

As soon as his voice fell, he had already attacked the man in black.

The man in black snorted coldly and once again gave Xiao Yang a hand. The black ghost, the black mist, came out of his palm and rushed to Xiaoyang with a loud voice.

Faced with this strange and cold black fog, Xiao Yang dared not neglect it. After all,...