King of the Nine Pro

Ye Fusheng's face remained impassive, but his heart skipped a beat. She... how could she have become so weak,Even so, the two demonic energies collided with his palm and were forcibly halted, unable to move forward any further, let alone invade Ye Fusheng's body.,The ginger clay was somewhat distorted, concentrating all the demonic energy, and continued to blast.。