Chapter 593

"Pooh!"

with a sound of spitting blood, Wang Jing fell out almost in a flash, even though his burst of energy made the people below hold their breath, which was horrifying. But it is not the enemy of ice soul. The spirit of ice hardly has any momentum. It's just a flick. Meet Wang Jing's fist above, Wang Jing spits blood to pour out in the burst of energy. It's like he's made of tofu. He's vulnerable.

However, everyone knows Wang Jing's strength. Wang Jing came from the first World War. They know how strong Wang Jing is. That's the strong one of the seventh level generals. Even...