Chapter 880: Martial Saint Thunder Fist

Chapter 880: Martial Saint Thunder Fist

The rust on Wu Sheng Bai Wu's face fluctuated more like water ripples, and the swirling black clouds above his head rolled with the howling wind, thunder and lightning, and the pressure became lower and lower.

The oppressive feeling of Wu Sheng Wu Yi was also suppressed like a mountain.

Duan Shashen, Liu Xilou and other holy masters had already been bent over by the terrifying pressure, and sweat was rolling down their foreheads.

If not for more than two years of practice at Tenryuji Temple