With the old man's loud voice ringing, everybody's eyes are again on Wang Kun and Zhang Han of the platform of life and death.

But from the moment Wang Kun appeared on the stage, his pupils became black, and his pupils could hardly be seen in the dark;

Meanwhile, his whole body was filled with an air of evil.

Even the elder Luohe Putu in the stands sniffed his nose lightly.

"The smell of good and evil..." Luohe Butu murmured.

Luo Changfeng next to a slight frown, bowed his head to the Luohe Butu asked: "Uncle, is this a Western magic..."

"Hmm!"

"Since Sakyamuni preached, there has been Western sorcery......