The white-robed man's self-destruction probably had nothing to do with Daoyun.

Xu Zimo didn't bother to talk nonsense to the opponent and directly punched the opponent.

That's like a race against time.

"You also know the details," the man in white robe has no level limit.

But very slowly we found that something was right. Our feet felt like they were stuck in a quagmire, and they had to move as if they were filled with lead.

It turns out that the devil is lying flat on the ground, and those people created me with the same body.

Even though the people outside had killed countless people, they were so determined that they had no regard for life.

If it can be fused, it will only be swallowed up.

But it was death anyway, so I could only grit my teeth and say: "You are creating a body for the little devil king."

The man in white robe said calmly.
Chapter completed!