Jin Mang, like a whirlpool, envelopes the whole platform so that the crowd can't see what's going on inside.

"Good weird eyes." He looked at Ye Dun's golden pupils. They were cold and violent. They seemed to come from the ancient floods. Even he felt a sense of fear.

But soon, no matter how many means you have, it will only be the realm of truth. Under the absolute crushing of the soul of war, there will be no hope.

"Gun Soul!"

The long gun came out again. This time, the whole body was covered with the strength of the soul. In the whole space, all the guns were gathered...