A Complex Ning Chenxin
Editor: Atlas Studios
The waves howled and the tornadoes soared into the sky in front of everyone. There were countless huge black shadows floating in the sea tornadoes. A pair of blood-red and deep eyes would look over from time to time.
Those who met his gaze felt as though they had fallen into an endless abyss of blood and could not extricate themselves!
He could already feel an extremely powerful pressure before he even entered.
Moreover, no matter how stupid the geniuses present were, they would not be stupid enough to be cannon fodder.
Nan Congyin was well aware of the bad habits of this group of people, so he was already prepared.
Sending the Supervisory Temple… or some prodigy-level figure nurtured from who knows where to arrange for him to put on a show. This could also relax everyone's vigilance.
When this tall and thin man walked out of the Supervisory Temple team, his expression was cold. Without any hesitation, he rushed into the sea tornado.