"Put down the elders, or we will never spare you the Yangshen clan!"

Another man opened his mouth and drank, his body filled with cold, cold look at the leaf dust.

"Don't spare me?" Ye Dun's eyebrows were slightly picked up and his palms shook sharply. He smashed the body of the strong Yang Protoss on the ground. Even the ground was cruelly cracked. The whole body of the man was embedded in the ground. The bones did not know how many roots they had followed and made a very sad cry.

Ye Dun stepped forward and stepped on the man's chest, representing the destruction of the blood breath diffuse,...