boom!

The powerful aura of the seventh level of Yuan Dan surged out crazily.

"Hahahahaha, I finally see the light of day again. Dan Qiusheng, get back here and let me kill you with one punch!"

The little Ji Xiangtian put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky with a big smile.

However, Han Yang looked to the west and said calmly: "Just don't regret it for a while."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Ji Xiangtian looked at Han Yang warily, "You...what do you mean?"

Boom boom boom!

Han Yang didn't need to answer. A roaring sound told Ji Xiangtian the answer.

In the darkness in the west, there are three swastika lights, swaying and approaching quickly.

Looking at the height, these three statues are over two feet tall.

Three terrifying evil intentions rushed toward his face.

"Yuan...the eighth level of Yuan Dan!"

Ji Xiangtian finally knew why Han Yang told her not to regret it.
Chapter completed!