Biyao was also very nervous. He pinched his sweat and stared at Yedun with his eyes fixed on it. He drank, "Yedun, you should be sober."

Under the veil of that fine awn, the eyes of leaf dust had a slight awakening, and the golden awn seemed to dissipate a lot. He raised his head and stared closely at Wu Zhan in front of him.

"Let's go!"

Ye Dun shouted angrily, and a thick breath rushed to Wu Zhanzi, pushing him away for more than ten meters.

In that instant, the golden awn blossomed again, directly swallowing the spirit of the body, violent gas, into an unparalleled hurricane, sweeping the...