He also possesses Mid-Divine Realm cultivation, yet in terms of combat strength, he is not even comparable to Wuying Gao.
"Not good!"
As soon as the big stick slipped from his hands, he sensed trouble. Without the Divine Soldier, his combat strength was instantly halved.
His entire body shook with reckless force, Will Power assaulted the void frantically, and Fu Zhuolin's figure swiftly retreated.
That swing accomplished absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, a blur appeared before his eyes; Wei Fan's figure rapidly enlarged in his view. He realized this was due to Wei Fan's speed far surpassing his own.
"Stop! We are from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold!"
Fu Zhuolin shouted anxiously, wondering if this guy didn't know where Prisoner Dragon Stronghold was.
The Great Victory Dynasty had captured people from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold but dared not kill them, merely imprisoning them. How could this guy not realize what a terrifying place it was?
"Die!"
