Spatial Rift
Editor: Atlas Studios
Fang Mingze and Tang Zhenyu looked up at the sky. They saw that the terrifying figure that was like a god just now had turned into this tragic state.
They stood there in a daze for a long time, their faces filled with disbelief.
When did a Rank-9 grandmaster become so weak?
Shouldn't his attacks be earth-shattering?
Even if it didn't work out, they could exchange a few blows at the least.
Just like that, the figure was grabbed in the palm of someone's hand. Wasn't this a little embarrassing for a Rank-9 grandmaster?
The Silver-Winged Cloud Leopard raised its head and glanced at the figure roaring crazily in the air. Then, it calmly turned its head. Indeed, this pretentious fellow was unlucky!
Afterward, it turned its gaze to the two people who were so shocked that they could not speak. It could not help but purse its lips. They were simply country bumpkins!
It thought, "Sit down, sit down. This is all routine!"