"If there are six more such powerful lightning, or dozens of dead gas droplets, the middle-level Emperor Wu will be killed here directly. Unfortunately, there is only one or one drop of lightning or dead gas!"

Chu Nan thought in his heart, it's not slow. As he ran, he compressed his strength into the four power meridians of his hands and feet, wave after wave of strength, so that Chu Nan would not be forced to compress it. It's accompanied by vitality. Chu Nan already felt the pain from his two feet, as if the meridians could not bear it and would collapse, just because, two In one foot, sixteen...