Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi ordered the Holy Realm experts stationed outside Shengfu, "Kill them both." 。At least ten saints made their move. Some launched their holy arts and artifacts from afar at the golden dragon chariot, while others charged directly towards it. 。,The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod, and even the water tribe's half-step Saint King was impacted, taking seven consecutive steps back, each step spanning dozens of meters. 。The Water Clan's Demi-Saint King's body, appeared with several cracks, he was actually lightly injured. 。"Wow, that's amazing!" 。The Water Clan's Demihuman Saint King spread his arms wide, hastily erecting a water sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters to protect his body within. 。",Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.。