mal, forceful strike... 。Falling on that sunken silver. 。On the silver surface of the, the silver cloud patterns gradually deformed, transitioning from smooth to twisted. Gradually, with Tang Wulin's..."I don't think so. My nephew is the most skilled at creating miracles." 。" Zhenhua said with a smileped around the evil soul master earlier transformed into an arrow and charged towards those black-clothed men with a three-ring cultivation. 。A wisp of mist spread from beneath the Tyrannosaurus Rex'...