Some noisy warehouses immediately quieted down, those who died of preservation, the little brother who had stood up and quickly dried down, along with their owners lost their vitality.

P22 revolves around his finger, and Lin Feng turns his eyes to the last living person, the Black Tiger.

The black tiger stared, but still did not seem to recognize what had happened. He pointed at Lin Feng and opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to shout something.

But this futile action only resulted in a reddish layer of gauze wrapped around his neck.

Lin Feng smiled and took a step forward. The P22 in his hand also returned...