Chapter 827
- The air was trembling and twisted by the murderous aura of the heavy black iron spear... The spear turned into a dragon, extremely terrifying!
- Yang Zipei was bathed in blood, watching the gun wind that rushed down from the sky like a silver dragon swallowing the sky, sweeping the murderous aura, stirring her hair to dance fiercely, the whole person seemed to be frozen in place, fear rose in her heart, but she couldn't even move a finger...
- She was like a lamb stared to death by a tiger, the instinctive food chain suppressed her, so that she couldn't raise the slightest resistance, she could only surrender and wait for death!