"Ah..."

Yang Tian howls miserably.

"Ying long, Ying Zheng, you two old men are dying. I'm going to die. Hurry up. Go and take Simin down. " Seeing that Simin's hand was completely separated from himself, Yang Tian felt a burst of heartbreaking pain, which made him almost out of breath. He roared loudly, spouting several large mouthfuls of blood out of his mouth.

two virtual shadows came from Yinglong and Yingzheng. They sensed a hatred of resentment from Yang Tian, a murderous spirit that was enough to kill everything, and a deadly revolt that threatened his life.

"come on, help me, think min..." Yang Tian covered his chest with...