"Damn boy, stop for Benzu!"

The voice cried out, but Song Yan ignored him. He frantically brought the grey mist into his body and made it into a drop of grey liquid.

Song Yan was satisfied to see the increasing grey liquid.

But the voice kept roaring in Song Yan's ear, and the degree of anger was almost eager to tear Song Yan to pieces.

When Song Yan changed places for the third time to absorb the grey fog, the voice became powerless: "Boy, you won, a set of divine and imperial skills, a divine and imperial artifact!"

"Two sets of God Emperor's Gong Fa and three weapons of God...