Yang Hongling's Past

It flapped its wings and shot out green tornadoes. It didn't care about the consumption of Zhen Yuan and turned them into countless sharp blades. Each blade was several feet long and contained terrifying destructive power. They formed a storm vortex and ruthlessly rushed over.

"I've just said that you trash aren't good enough!" Zhang Ronghua said calmly.

He waved his sleeves.

A beam of golden light shot out. Wherever it passed, dust returned to dust. No matter how powerful the vortex was, it was broken in an instant. It hit Qingming and heavily injured him. He fell to the ground.

The golden light did not stop and continued to rush back.

Seeing this.