Ka ka ka!
In the sky, dark clouds rolled, rain poured down.
The sky seemed to be torn open, with thunder falling everywhere, mixed with rain, extremely terrifying.
All this Thunder Power was directed at Lin Xuan.
On the left, a big man in yellow clothes, three meters tall, his muscles bulging like Flood Dragons.
His hands kept dancing in the air, instantly revealing yellow mountains in the sky, like Mount Tai, towering tens of thousands of meters.
They fell quickly, exploding the void, trying to completely suppress Lin Xuan.
The person on the right was even more sinister.
A Black Robed Man, wearing a red Ghost Face and holding a white Soul Summoning Banner.
With a gentle wave, countless vengeful spirits roared, emitting a cold aura, wanting to tear Lin Xuan apart.
Compete with me in Divine Skills? You all go to hell!
Lin Xuan shouted coldly, roaring to the sky, his hair wildly flying.
