Phoenix Dance Palace
編輯: Larbre Studio
It wasn't easy for the Canglong Army to cultivate a crack soldier, which required large amounts of resources.
But Zhang Ruochen had only activated the sword Qi and had killed 3,000 crack soldiers. Even Han Ying felt sad.
It was a massacre!
"I have underestimated you. You dared tear the space. What's your connection with Zhang Ruochen?"
Han Ying suspected that the man in the golden mask under him could be the Time and Space Descendant, Zhang Ruochen, himself.
Zhang Ruochen didn't say anything, but stared at him indifferently.
"It doesn't matter whether you speak or not. Once I capture you, I will know your identity. I will not kill you easily. I have to put you through all the torture in the Canglong Army, then kill you slowly."
The black wings on Han Ying's back gave out two strands of black Qi of coldness, condensing into two gloomy clouds.
Kaka.
His hands changed into two metal eagle claws, and grasped beneath him.