Before he could sigh, a black light shot upward along with Han Feng's head, straight toward the palm print of one foot Enlightened Being. The move was so fast that even one foot Wulin was unable to withdraw the palm print in time.
"Puchi!" The handprint was pierced by the black light and turned into white mist in an instant. At the same time, one Chi took a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground. At the same time, his face turned red, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Kill!" A voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, coming out of Han Feng's body. The next moment, One-foot Spiritual Master only felt the black fog in front of him. Han Feng unexpectedly came to him in an instant and slapped him in the chest.
The palm came with fierce momentum. The black smoke li
