The exaggerated force transmitted from the shoulders and neck converged into both fists, pressing down on Huo Zhan again!
Whoosh!
Huo Zhan flew out.
Simultaneously, as the shadow under Meng Chuan flew out, there wasn't a hint of complacency on his face.
He clearly sensed a black light slicing through the hundred-foot Qi wave from below, slashing fiercely.
The two forces collided, Huo Zhan couldn't withstand his strength, deliberately retreating to disperse it.
A human silhouette was thrown, but the nocturnal owl's avatar charged with a gun!
Danger!
Who could have thought that even after someone is beaten and flown out, the avatar can still grab the gun for an assault.
The surrounding silhouettes had their hair stand on end; Huo Zhan's move was truly sinister!
As the crowd thought about it, if they were in the same situation as Huo Zhan, even in the same realm, no matter what, they couldn't respond in time.
But they were not Meng Chuan.
